Monday 28th July

Everytime I go to write the blog I ALWAYS have hubby over my shoulder, demanding that he gets a mention, that there is at least one photograph of him, and he likes to make absolutely sure that there are three paragraphs solely about him. So, as I ALWAYS do as I am told...

It was so lovely to be unexpectedly back in the Island after our incredibly hot, stifling, and oppressive trip to the Big City, that we took the dog for a walk down to the beach so I could go for a swim. I took along Steve's trunks, just in case he fancied a dip, as I knew that the length of his dog walks and my dog walks vary considerably , and by the time we reached the bay he would be hot, bothered and a little grumpy ( so whats new?). Anyway, the sea was gorgeous and Jess loved digging in the sand and chasing shadows (as is her want). Steve paddled..... and then as I was swimming I saw him go back up the beach and change into trunks but kept his t-shirt on, fair enough. As I got out he said it was far too cold to swim and he was just going to carry on paddling but his shorts were getting splashed thats why he had changed.

Sadly, I had my back to the sea as I was getting myself changed, otherwise I would have seen the majestic fall from the slippery rock into the briny drink...but I did hear the "whhhoooooaaaaaa" as he went under. Startled I turned around to see his head bobbing up, still with the sunglasses on.... and then I'm sorry to say instead of offering the correct amount of concern and sympathy, I fell about laughing for a good five minutes.....as any normal person would have done.

He carried on swimming for ten minutes pretending he had meant to go in with his shirt on, and said that actually it was really quite warm after all......

Most of the weekend he has been out in the garden because "Somebody's got to do it" ( thats a standard phrase that Bex and I use when he's moaning). To be fair, he has been really good, and got loads done, although he is a little 'trigger happy' with the secateurs, if he doesn't like the look of something, snip, that's it gone! Good job he is not a hairdresser....talking about hair, there isn't much of his left, and he could have done with some padding when he cracked the top of his head on the low granite archway that leads into our veg patch. I didn't laugh this time as it was obvious he was in quite a lot of pain, and upon demanding a look, I realised he had cut the top of his head. I did administer first aid on this occasion, (ok, so it was just a wet paper towel but still )

A brief rest from the mornings excursions.....

Just Begin

When you have an overwhelming task at hand , make a decision to do something each day, no matter how small......you will be amazed at what gets accomplished....

Just Begin

Thought that was apt for my two friends who are currently 'out of action' MR and KB- get well soon the pair of you!!

Now the business end of the blog, I'm in hospital tomorrow and Wednesday morning for blood tests and probably an injection of GCSF. I know this is what I was expecting, but it still feels like a punch in the stomach. I guess more details to follow, I'm not going to second guess what the nice Dr of haematology is going to tell me, I'll wait to find out. 

Think I really need to end this posting with a joke.....

What’s the best part about living in Switzerland? 

Not sure, but the flag is a big plus.

Ps, Husband NEVER reads the blog, so I'm safe !!