Fiona's Quiet Life

Where was I . oh yes,the photo is one i took hold­ing my cam­era as people have been wor­ried about my black eye, and it is really very mild.

today was one of those magical days,

had a lovely indol­ent morning.

then took some papers round the the law­yer deal­ing with Basil’s will , ” Basil never threw any­thing away did he ” said the law­yer ruefully.

then i phoned the account­ant who had dealt with Basil’s prac­tise papers for many years and said “i am get­ting in a state, can i dump it all on you”.….“sounds like a good plan” sais the accountant’s sec­ret­ary, so i drove to Paisley.….without get­ting lost.….… and landed her with heaps of paper, get­ting a big hug from Janice the account­ant as well.

then i vis­ited ancient par­ent who was in grumpy mood so i knew she was on the mend.….….…telling me off for retir­ing early for some strange reason today.. I am pleased she looks bet­ter as i am hop­ing to visit Lon­don for grand­son Jonathan’s 18^th birthday.

nurse examined my head for broken glass but the cuts seem clean.

then him upstairs rings my bell and says ” my freezer has packed in have you eaten yet,?”.……as all i had in the house was half a packet of crisps and a jar of pesto i was delighted,so he cooked some upstairs and i cooked some down­stairs and we ate it in the garden.

then nice phone call from beau­ti­ful goddaughter/niece Laura who says she will come over from Edin­burgh to visit me this week.

I am happy,

so is upstairs dog who got the leftover

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hav­ing made myself lit­er­ally , not fig­ur­at­ively or meta­phor­ic­ally, ill fret­ting about all the bits of paper needed to file his income tax return. and my income tax return and indeed my moth­ers income tax return, i sud­denly felt him say­ing “bundle them all up into a box and take them to some­body who spe­cial­ises in tax”.….….so i have , and i shall deliver them to an account­ant tomorrow.

feel bet­ter already

still got a black eye, but it is a faint one.

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hav­ing a very quiet day today.….…apart from talk­ing to a joiner about build­ing my en-suite shower room. the sooner that hap­pens the bet­ter then if i faint in the night i will be nearer my bed .

people have been so very kind to me .….…from you fel­low blog­gers with your lovely mes­sages ‚to neigh­bours mak­ing me text mes­sage them when i am safely tucked up in bed, and when i vis­ited my ail­ing mother the nurse took one look at me and brought a plate full of risotto and a pot of tea and then some pears and cus­tard. i feel very moved by all this care. the vari­ous cuts and bruises are not too pain­ful , it is the thor­ough shak­ing up that makes me feel so weird.

going to bed now as it is after mid­night and i have turned into a pumpkin

Later.….it is now 3;50 a.m. and there is no sign of sleep tonight so i am hav­ing a cup of tea.

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My head did that at 5:30 a.m.…….…..nor­mally low blood pres­sure is con­sidered a great thing but one has to avoid sud­den leap­ings out of bed, i for­got this in the wee small hours hav­ing decided i needed a pee.

i also for­got that i have taken to shut­ting the door between the back and front of the house, not that i could have avoided it,blood pres­sure dropped and so did I.……

…6 hours later it was up to 87/64 so things are improving.Basil used to make me lie on the floor with a bag of frozen peas under my neck and eat salty food while wait­ing for my bp to reach its usual heady heights of 99/66.….……120/80 is con­sidered nor­mal in aver­age people. ..

for­tu­nately all the cuts are on my scalp so i wont frighten people in the street.….……ooh it was sore get­ting the blood out of my hair.….…

so i am doing little today , i have vacu­umed up all the spic­ules of glass ( I hope) as i am usu­ally bare­foot. and i must visit Ancient par­ent as she is not doing very well, i have just talked with her Doc­tor about things , old people can go on like this for years or just sud­denly stop, it is dif­fi­cult to know what to advise my brother in Den­mark to do.

i sup­pose i should visit the cas­u­alty depart­ment to see if there is any glass in my head but i don’t fancy sit­ting there for hours.……and .….…oh vanity!.……i don’t want them to shave bits of my scalp.

i am even more determ­ined to get an en-suite bath­room built in as even though the blood pres­sure was low at least i wouldn’t be covered in glass cuts

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Where did the expres­sion ” good grief ” come from ? what is good about grief ?.……i feel worse at the moment than i have in the last 3 months since he died, I at last decided i had to be ’ grown up’ and deal with all the income tax stuff that i have been hid­ing in the ward­robe, i was totally unpre­pared for the reac­tion as i piled up tax vouch­ers etc in wee heaps all over the table and the sight of his very shaky sig­na­ture on a copy of last years papers totally undid me , so i have stopped but it has to be done and i must do it.

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