A quick search through my blog confirms that I have written about Clumber Park before. Go here for example.
This time we were there to meet up with my friend Tony and his wife, Pauline. They have a caravan (American: trailer) and they had driven it down from East Yorkshire for a few away days at the Clumber Park caravan and camping site.
It was a still and pleasant day in our early autumn. Two other old friends - Glyn and Jackie had become a little lost finding the site but they turned up at midday following their little driving adventure in the woods.
We sat outside under the trees and ate sandwiches, catching up with family news and reminiscing about old times.
Both Pauline and Tony have suffered health trials this year. Tony suffered a minor stroke in March and though he has made a steady recovery, he is still not quite the man he was before. After forty years as a nurse, Pauline had a knee replacement in June and has been told that she needs to have both of her hips replaced. Her back also requires surgery - fusing at least two vertebrae together in the base of her back. Her stoicism is impressive.
I guess that these are the kind of things that happen as men and women grow older. Very few people seem to reach old age without health issues and as some readers may recall, I have had my own issues with blood pressure this past year.
In fact, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow morning. Though my daily cocktail of pills has been amended several times, my blood pressure is still too high so I expect there will be another change to the cocktail. I also had a blood test on Monday - specifically testing for Type 2 diabetes. I believe it is called the HbA1c test. It was previously discovered that I am a borderline case and that is why I stopped taking sugar in hot drinks and why I plan to begin taking weight loss reduction medication in the near future having been mysteriously refused by one well-known provider.
We were back in Sheffield long before three this afternoon - ready to pick our darling girl Phoebe up from her school. We were allowed inside her classroom and Phoebe led us round her new learning environment. She seems to have settled in very nicely. After a week she said to me, "I'm a schoolgirl now" and so she is.
At our house, the mild chili con carne I had prepared on Wednesday night was sitting in our fridge ready for the family meal. I boiled some rice, grated some cheese and warmed up pitta breads. Then for dessert we had shop-bought sticky toffee pudding with ice cream.
Before I knew it, Thursday was almost over and I had plonked myself down in our study to tap out this scintillating account of an ordinary day in The Life of Yorkshire Pudding - aged 71 years and 359 days.
from Yorkshire Pudding https://ift.tt/YrDpXqB
