Post 318: Mr Vicious chooses my celebrant.
I’ve come an awful long way since Friday’s landing on London’s tarmac, and the smiles and relaxed voice of my Darling are enough for me to know I’m really feeling better.
It sounds stupid to say I’m not able to tell if I’m ok just by myself. Why do I need to hear it through my Darling’s reflections about how well I look or do? But I do.
I’m now able to get in and out of bed easily. I’m able to put my own socks on. My trips to the bathroom are now done with confident steps. All these things tell me I’m doing ok, but even better is hearing it from her.
To say it’s been a hell of a ride this last week is an understatement but the holiday was so well worth it. Yep, I’ll need better support at the other end in the future — but there’s a future.
This morning though, I’m late.
We have a 9:30am visit from our first possible celebrant. What! I hear you shout while cringing at the prospect. Yes, I want the choice of celebrant to know me a little. So this is the first person on my list who might fit the bill.
I’m getting dressed after a shower when the doorbell rings and I call to my Darling to answer it as I’m not quite ready yet. I finish up looking radiant as I come down on the blessed stairlift. Not the best entrance but it’s me.
I head in and say hi and even though she has remarked about remembering three neighbours from this very short street that she had presided over. I did attend two of those three but I didn’t recognise her, at all.
This was a meeting to vet the list I have that will find the person Val is most confident with. This is maybe my last show but it’s my Darling who will ultimately decide how it goes. And it was off to a flying start. Val had relaxed and sat comfortably, as we all were.
Sometime into the proceedings the plaintive cry of the bloomin’ cat was heard by all and my Darling set off to let him in.
Now, Mr V has had a sketchy history of being happy to see anyone, but he is very curious. He will rub your legs and offer his long white whiskers in a token of friendship only to snap those gleaming gnashers shut on or about any sluggish fingers that are not quite fast enough.
So when he does his usual sniff around and instead of jumping on my lap settles down immediately and sleeps contentedly beside the unknown new guest, we are completely astonished. He’s never done that before. Ever. With anyone, not even me.
I’m slightly jealous but as she left us after an hour and a half — which had passed by so quickly — it was His Lordship who missed her more, as he looked up wondering why it was his new pal was going already.
It’s strange how cats can behave sometimes.
So that was that and we gathered ourselves for our next destination — the new car.
On the way down we had decided that there was no reason to look for another celebrant. We had found the one Val is ok with, which in itself is a relief to me.
The car sales room was busy and our — sorry — her car was waiting for her gleaming out the front of the building.
After many reams of red tape and signatures all was done and we could drive it away.
Wow. It’s great.
It’s that bit bigger than the last one and it’s in a dark blue that tends to look more black, in the shade. My Darling not only deserves this pressie but it will deal with anything she wants it to do.
We headed into town for a big bite to eat as a treat — “after the treat”.
And so ended another full-on day which I endured rather easily.
Prostate cancer takes away so much from my life but this life-acceleration is sometimes a blessing in disguise.
My Darling’s smiles are the best and there’s an ear-to-ear one with her new big blue trinket.
Good night. Sleep peacefully.
PS
It’s already named…
Gentry Bro — Bro for short (after a sorely missed brother-in-law).
Sleep well Kev. xx
