Little Miss Organised me, I like to have 'plans' and know what I'm doing and when, so when the weather messes up all my carefully laid arrangements, you know I'm not going to be happy.
I took Jess for an early morning walk, but when I got back at 8:45 and heard the news on the raido of traffic at a standstill, with accidents and black ice, I realised that it was pointless setting off for my 9:20 am hospital appointment, which in turn would have a knock on effect for my yoga class.
Still it can't be helped, so I did a few house jobs, rang the hospital and then set off at 10 ish. Nobody's fault but I waited for an hour before my three minute blood test, as this was now 11:40 I said I wouldn't wait for results, and forget clinic appointment! They said they'd ring with results, fair enough.
Picked Bex up as she finishes her morning job at 12, ( bless her, she'd nipped out and bought me a 'tapas box' from Love Bites cafe, as she knows I like it!) we had an early lunch and as sun was shining and I felt I needed a long walk on the beach off I went ; but with sleet, hail, and a biting wind as the sun had disappeared by the time I arrived.
Just thought I would add, that whilst eating lunch I glanced out of the window and climbing up on the bird table and sticking his head in the bird feeders was an ENORMOUS rat and i do mean ENORMOUS. Dan took a photo through the window before leaping into action. Wasting no time and foregoing his shoes he raced outside calling for his trusty 'rat killing hound' ( or he hoped Jessie was up to the mark). Man and dog sped up to the bird table as blood curdling cries of "Get it Jessie" and "kill the rat" were to be heard by Bex and I watching the spectacle unfold in front of us. For a moment I thought all was lost as Jess was looking down not up, that was until the rat scared by the ensuing communication nearly fell on the dogs head.
The rat quickly used the split second to race away, but Jess came into her own and grabbed it. However when it squealed she promptly dropped it, and once again the rat tried to make its escape, but foolishly into a corner. Dan "The Rat Catcher" was ready and armed..... lets just say the end was bloodied and brief....
Dan's socks? Straight into the washing machine, Jess had a biscuit, Bex didn't feel like eating any more lunch ...
Back home I tried to find out why the back seat and boot of my car is 'wet', I mean really wet, suggestions have been water coming up from underneath the car as opposed to in through the seals. This appears to be the case, but as yet no solutions offered.
I re-potted a few plants, and had an early tea as I had been asked to play netball up at Les Ormes at at 6:45 Something I have really been looking forward to all day! Thought as it was nearly 5pm, I'd better ring the hospital. After a lengthy call and various people conferring, my blood test is as follows.
Red cells 10.00
White cells 2.2
Platelets 95
neutrophils 1.29
This means I wont be able to have Chemo tomorrow, and now have another blood test due Monday afternoon. I dont need to tell you that emotionally it's RUBBISH ( I have stronger words but I'm not using them here (look what happened to Kim Sears).
Anyway, I set off along the north coast on the way to netball, and it started snowing, REALLY snowing, all of the parishes along the top of the Island were affected. I had to drive very slowly and carefully ( as was everyone).
Remember that half of the car was wet? Well, there is also a problem with the heater.....it doesn't heat!! I have to have it full blast to even be remotely successful, so it just blows out very cold air.
By the time I arrived my teeth were chattering I was SO cold! I was glad to be able to do the warm up, and then.... we were cancelled. I'm not surprised, probably a good decision as matches were due after us as well, and conditions would have been far worse.
Needless to say I drove back through town and it wasn't as bad, but i still needed a warm shower when I got home.
I will leave you with this: Dan starts at Durrell tomorrow morning 8am. They are hoping to move the flamingos out of their enclosure, so that means that for most of the day he will be digging in knee deep flamingo poo, rather him than me....
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