From Facebook archives
Fester has just stumbled in, doing up his shirt as he folded himself around the office door,
squinted at me and
said "Lovely weather."
He looks different from yesterday.
"Why have you taken your beard off?"
"Cause I was eating the bastard."
So like the home life of our own dear Queen...
From Facebook archives ...
I noticed a funeral at the end of our street this morning, which is how I learned that Flo-across-the-road-has passed away.
Not a surprise as she was 89 and had suffered from COPD and asthma for years.
When Phil and I moved here (1987) she, her spinster sister Joan and their aged parents lived there.
The dad went first.
On my wedding day to Phil, Flo, Joan and their mum twitched the bedroom net curtains all morning. Until Mum waved at them as we got in the car and they whipped the net curtain behind their heads and waved gaily back.
The mam went next.
When Phil first fell ill I bumped into Flo and Joan up the village and they asked if he was in hospital as they'd noticed he was off work, then not seen him but had spotted me driving the car at hospital visiting times.
For a moment I was horrified that people had taken such note of our comings and goings.
Then I felt comforted to have caring neighbours looking out for and after us.
Which they continued to do; especially as my car headlights would flood their living room whenever I reversed up the drive coming home.
Flo once came dashing over with her dad's walking stick when she saw Fester was having trouble getting out of the car, and realised he’d pulled his back.
Joan's lungs packed up over ten years ago, but their brother and sister-in-law live at the end of the street so Flo wasn't entirely alone.
If the boys escaped or wandered as toddlers, Flo would knock on my door to let me know.
When Lisacat was run over she brought the distraught car driver to my door and comforted us both.
She's been in and out of hospital so frequently the past couple of years that I didn't notice her not there.
But I shall miss her watching over us.
From Facebook archives
From Facebook archives ...
Just been to GP with pain in my right hip.
I told her "I've pulled something in my hip."
She examined me and said "You've pulled something in your hip ... It'll take a week or 10 days to recover ... Ibruprofen is fine ... You've got a good range of movement ... You should lose a stone".
All of which I knew, but she's a nice woman and it was good to see her.
Henlady Our physios used to recommend wine at bedtime, to relax the strain on other muscles.
From Facebook archive ...
First snowdrop's up
Ferretfingers is obsessed by the rolling subtitles on news programmes so insists on having the BBC News channel on (usually with the sound off).
Today was not a good day as the BBC seemed obsessed with commemorating the liberation of Auschwitz (and yes I know how historically important it is).
It was a bit of a chaotic teatime what with Will Fixit putting up more delft racks and Fester yelling from the kitchen for Ferretfingers to come and fetch his tea.
Even so it was startling to say the least to have him ignore his burgers and sit howling in tears at the table.
When I finally got him calmed down enough to speak all he would say, or rather wail while wiping his eyes on his sleeve, was "Auschwitz people".
This is particularly poignant to me because the Nazis would have considered my Ferretfingers as an untermensch and taken him away to God only knows what form of destruction.
Before the Jews and Gypsies and all the others, they murdered mentally, physically and learning disabled German people and children to purify the Aryan race of weak stock.
Let no one tell you autistic people don't have empathy.
Just because you can't see something doesn't mean it isn't there.
FifiD It's devastating to watch even now. We all feel it. I hope Ferretfingers is calm now. Lots of love xx
