This week should be called ‘The things you do and The
Price you pay’
In hindsight driving up to Birmingham Thursday night
was a fantastic idea and a terrible one all at the same time
Fantastic because we were on the door step for the show
and no need to get up at a time that’s only respectable if you’re still
partying from the night before
Terrible because we both treated it as a night to party
which involved far too many extortionately expensive cocktails, a very late
night and a hangover in the morning.
When going to a food a drink show with many lovely
tasters on offer and lots of walking to be done, having a hangover is a
distinct mistake – It was probably early afternoon before I felt human enough
to appreciate all that was on offer. By the end of the day though I was pretty
badly busted – my back and hips were in terrible pain – I put this down to the
fact that I’m a lazy mare who spends my life sitting on my considerable arse
and am simply not used to being on my feet and mobile for that length of time
at all. It was a very long slow walk back to the hotel to collect the car and
move to the St John’s in Solihull with some much needed pain relief and a long
hot bath.
Friday night at the St Johns with Aunts and Uncle,
Sister in Law and her mum was a nice get together before the furtive sneak onto
the golf course on Saturday morning. We only put Nana’s ashes where we had put
Mum and Dads (Mum was still there 18 months on and I could still see where she
was – I had a little chat with her – contrary to popular myth it actually takes
a really long time for ashes to disappear it’s not all romantic floating away
on the breeze like it is in films) Karen has told us that Knowle Church where
my brothers funeral was held can put up a plaque for him if his ashes are there
with it. There was no way Ian was leaving Knowle – he loved it there, his life,
friends and work were there, it seems right and fitting that since you couldn’t
get the boy out of Knowle he is immortalised there forever hopefully out the
front where he can see the pub and his friends can wave to him on the way past.
We had a nice drive up to Halifax and arrived at
lunchtime, great to see the family and catch up but a very short visit and we
need to have a decent visit up there at some point. Steve’s homemade Burrito’s
for dinner – YUM YUM I sat drooling while he was cooking and by the time it was
ready to be served I’d happily have gnawed on my own arm.
Sunday was the long drive back home again, not too bad,
a new route through the midlands courtesy of the traffic management sat nav
thingy but home in time to collect Amber and be there to receive the shopping
delivery (thank goodness for online grocery shopping – we would probably be
feral by now if that wasn’t an option)
Monday I made it to work, but that’s really as good as
it gets, I had what I thought was a headache most of the day and when it got to
15:30 I decided to throw in the towel and head home – finish the day from the
sofa. I stood up and the world tilted sideways – BOOM – guess what Tracy – It’s
been 15 months since your last one, but HERE’S MIGRAINE. I made it home and
slept off the worst of it but oh boy was that one a surprise. I’ve known for
weeks that I was going to pay a price for the weekends activity, it’s not a surprise
at all, it’s not the treatment or a relapse, it’s just overdoing it and I need
to rest up and get myself back on an even keel.
I was supposed to call and get an update on Winston
yesterday but I was so whacked out of it that I forgot – I’m an awful person –
how could I forget my baby boy just because I had a bad head :-( I’m hoping to
hear from the trainer shortly with an update.
So happy December boys and girls, have you all been good
this year? Personally I think being bad is far more enjoyable especially if it’s
with great company :-)
Have a great week xxx
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