Hospital & Dogs.....& Boys?

I have heard from the Marsden this week, they called me yesterday and asked me to come in on Friday morning. I booked the flights straight away but because of the Easter holidays, and it being a Friday flights were either scarce, fully booked or horrendously expensive!

So we are flying out Thursday evening and coming back Friday evening, managed to get the last double room at Chelsea Cloisters where I stayed in the Autumn during radiotherapy.

We are seeing a doctor that deals with Oncology and Genetics, and hopefully get some good answers as to how we should move forward.

Now onto dogs, or one small dog in particular and the trials of gun dog training.

So there I was in a boggy field in Trinity on a sunny Sunday afternoon, listening avidly to what the 'instructor 'was telling me. Trying to appear cool, casual and in control, nonchalantly holding the dogs lead, whilst giving the impression that even if she ( the dog) did run off after those pheasants, my excellent recall whistle would bring her back. ( No hope).

The chap was busy explaining the general rules of 'quartering', where ideally your dog should run alongside you and mirror your movements (fat chance). He enquired as to how much I knew about this activity, and wanting to show that I had remembered last weeks lesson, I talked about how you take some grass and throw it up to see which way the wind was blowing - so the dog ( and you ) would head upwind.

In my haste to prove how competent I really was, I tugged up a handful of boggy grass and without thinking threw it up into the air, where it promptly flew right back at me......straight into  my face and hair.
He was obviously well brought up , either that or he covered his amusement very well, as i proceeded to stand there spitting out grass and surreptitiously picking out grass seeds from my tangled locks.

The rest of the lesson was relatively trouble free, thank goodness, and amazingly the dog didn't run off, but thats not to say next time she'd be so good!

A son, (who shall remain nameless) for reasons that will become clear had a small incident the other morning.
Don't get me wrong, our house is lovely, lots of light and a fair amount of space, but we do have odd little features here and there. We thought it was quite quaint to leave a few of the 'original' doors in place when we were renovating. One of the 'small' doors is a bathroom door. My husband (with no shoes on) skims under it ok, I don't have a problem and neither does our daughter.
However the boys being well over six foot arent as fortunate, as our son found out to his cost.

He had negotiated his entrance in through the "Alice" door ok, showered and as usual was running a bit late, so rushed to exit the bathroom and unfortunately whacked the top of his head very hard on the door plinth. Falling to the ground and somewhat dazed and disorientated he was simultaneously trying to cover up his nakedness and feel his bloodied head.

I believe his brother heard the commotion ( i didn't although I was in the house) and upon investigation calmly stepped over his writhing sibling uttered a disparaging remark and continued on his way ! Brothers.

He has actually got a two inch cut on the top of his head, and you should see the damage to the frame!!!

Life in the Luce household is never dull!

We have less than three weeks before the Macmillan Rowathon in which the Seaford Scullers are taking part, heaven help us! Steve and I, two boys, one girlfriend ( the other one has just pulled out as she realised shes now away!) and a friend. We have to do 5x1,000 metres... I think.

Don't worry it's all on dry land.

Just as well.

“All shall be well, and all shall be well and all manner of thing shall be well.” 

Julian of Norwich Quotes (Author of Revelations of Divine Love)