What an amazingly brilliant uplifting and fantastic weekend I've had.
I think all bases were covered as this extended family consists of a doctor, a vicar, more cooks than you could throw a wooden spoon at, a bbq "King", ( well, he thought he was) and a whole plethora of untold talent often in strange and wonderful guises.
The house that sleeps 16 with huge rooms, a very large hot tub, playgrounds, an orchard and a tennis court, covered all the bases and has ticked all the boxes for us all.
We had a superb day out at Clumber Park, most riding bikes and some walkers, I did manage an 8 mile bike ride, but unlike last year where racing on ahead with the kids was par for the course, this time I was very much the granny going very slowly at the back- still all things considered I was jolly pleased to be a part of it at all.
Most importantly for me it's been an invaluable chance to talk about all those things that on the whole most folks who know they have a limited time left on earth don't get an opportunity to discuss.
I've managed to annoy most of the family members with my coughing, but everyone has been far too polite to tell me to shut up! The kids have inquired after my welfare and I've had some really true heartfelt hugs.
The Thursday before I left to come to the UK I had an appointment at the opticians, to get my introduction to contact lens, and left the shop having been given a five day trial.
Saturday evening I toddled up to bed, and as the lens are 'dailys' I knew I had to remove them. This is an old house, the lighting is not very good and neither surprisingly is my eyesight . I tried removing the lens from the right eye, normally the easiest, but felt it had not worked and slipped sideways, never mind, deep breathing I'll do the left , it worked .
That's fine, just give yourself a few minutes I thought and I'll try again......and again..... And again... 1:30am and still no success.
By this time I am recalling the conversation that I had with Dan, mentioning his friend who spent hours doing something similar, and ended up at Accident and Emergency, to find out the lens was in fact out and he had ripped his eyeball to shreds...
I went to sleep with a throbbing eye, at least it took my mind off all the other physical discomforts I had, 5:30 am I thought I'd come downstairs and try again.
Fortunately after a few more failed attempts a very early morning consultation with Doctor Ruth who had come downstairs and was able to give me a free physical examination decided that there was no lens detected. We therefore concluded that it had unbeknown to me popped out of the eye the previous night.
No need for a trip to a hospital / opticians / supermarket or any other medical facility .
Safer to just stick to the glasses for the next few days I think while the eyeball recovers from the repeated abuse.
Today's plan? I'm hitching a lift with AB as far as Peterborough, and will hopefully rendezvous with Steve and Bex before trying to catch up with an old friend .
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