Post 402: Trailer Takes Trash Away
The phone tells me it was 31°C (87°F) and, after walking, pushing, pulling or doing anything really, I am sweating from every pore — and I’m not prone to sweating at all.
It’s flipping hot and I’m normally loving it, so why is it different today?
For one, I’m taking my morphine all day and all night, so I’m blaming the drugs. Why not?
I’m clutching at straws and taking the rise, obviously, as we have probably had another one of those record weekends for temperatures.
We are always dreaming about hot weekends and especially the long Bank holiday weekends and we certainly got it, so why the problem?
Well, it’s because we’ve nothing to moan about, I guess.
But a dry day is good, for the day has come.
Thanks to my great pals, who are coming around with their classic Mini and trailer for the collection of my unused scaffold tower I now have no use for.
It’s been useful in its day but I can barely walk up the small steps to the bedroom, let alone a ladder, so for self-preservation — and being a real help my trailer buddies — it has to go.
They have some major renovations going on at their new home down the road and need all the help they can get.
Number 9, as it’s called, was purchased sometime in February just after they were secretly Wedded.
The bungalow they were at was not enough for his collection of too many Minis, for some. At the last count it was six, but it could be more.
He says that he has a disease that there is no known cure, but it’s kept him busy all his life with all the Mini projects he had as well as the four kids he helped bring up.
But today he’s taking some stuff he wants, but has to take the stuff we don’t need.
Namely a double divan bed and headboard.
There were a few bits of iron in the pile too, but I guess I borrowed some that metal from him in the first place, so I should really say he’s taking it back.
So what this means is that, for the first time in nearly a year, I’ve got a room with no extra crap in it and, with a bit of jiggery-pokery, the medical bed is now a bed you can walk most the way around.
I can now see the far wall that everything was stacked against and where my bed was pushed up against.
Tonight I’ll be able to fall out of bed on both sides for the first time ever. Ha ha.
Thank you pals, you don’t know how much it means to me.
You deserve a medal for what you’ve done in all that heat.
Sometimes “thanks” is not enough and this was one of those days.
Although I did more than I should earlier when tidying up after myself so the trash could be extricated from the bedroom, I also needed to get the motorbikes out of the shed so that the last four bits of scaffold could be got out and could go with the rest of it that was pushed up against the back wall of the house.
It made me sweat, and that was just before the trailer guests arrived.
My Darling was keen to prevent a heart attack happening so I was told to stay at home with his wife, who was already looking tired and worried. So I looked after her while he and my Darling got on with the hard work.
My Darling threw herself into it and no mistake. Thank you Darling xx
The two runs they had to do meant that his Mrs and I were able to have a long chat in the cool tv lounge on the blue sofa’s.
We had a decent chat and later I sent her a list of cardiology phone numbers that she can perhaps find some solace in, because the worry she has is probably all in her head but we don’t really know if she’s ok and she has a history of problems. I do hope she’s ok.
After they went, the house went quiet and my Darling deserved a really good rest. Well I didn’t but my Darling did.
We sat down for the rest of the afternoon watching TV and being quiet in between little moments of excitement getting my bedroom set up for me, or getting the area where the scaffold was tidied up.
How sweet it is to get spring cleaned, big-time.
Now two things are still on my mind.
One: the book and the lack of work ive done on it on day two.
And two: the quietness between me and you — you being my Darling.
One; can be sorted by doing some writing later or catching up tomorrow.
Note: I could easily take up the advice of AW who said on yesterday’s blog reply, “Just keep the blog down to a minimum,” or that’s what he meant anyhoo.
But two is a mystery.
I would hope it’s a quietness due to a secret anniversary or birthday treat that is keeping her detached from me, or it could be me being over-sensitive and reading something into it that’s not there.
We’ve all done that, haven’t we?
I don’t think she’s unwell, but I will probe more deeply tomorrow.
I think it’s more to do with my first pages of notes that concerns her.
As for Me — I’m pretty sure I’m okay, but I don’t know whether my Darling believes me or not.
The first pages of the book writings were about our early life together and a passage about her mum’s death.
This is still raw and every time I mention it I end up upsetting her.
This in particular I find very hard to help her with. I never could.
I will be sensitive in my approach but I’d really like to help her more.
I need to be a good husband and listen, and just be there, I think. But is that really the best approach.
We’ve been married 36 years in a week (the vow renewal was three years ago, on her birthday).
I think over 36 years I’ve learned enough about her — but have I really?
We will see tomorrow.
And the next day.
And the next day…
It worries me.
My eldest’s Mighty Hike is now going to raise an astounding £1,305 and it’s not quite over yet.
There’s time for more.
It could be even higher.
How magical is that?
To do the walk for charity is brilliant, but having such a small family to draw upon is hard which must mean we have a big friendship circle.
I am so glad for him and for the Macmillan Cancer Support cause we all help ourselves to every day.
Go! The Mighty Hikers!
Sleep well my friends.
Take care.
PS
I met my Darling on the 13/12/1986 so this December will be our 40th anniversary of being together.
Wow, wow wow!
