More ducks at the bird sanctuary at Torcross, South Devon on Saturday. I kept stopping on the way to take photos, while Robin waited patiently in the car with the radio on.
Today
I take small, manageable bites out of my day - leave my big worries in the wings - and while Robin is out with his lovely Age UK enabler and then with dear friends, I spend this gift of precious hours on me.
Pick up velcro-fastening, blue checked slippers and black leather shoes that I ordered from the mobility/disability shop for Robin. They fit. He likes them.
Go to the post office to return a parcel - the nice elasticised waist rugby trousers I bought online for Robin which I thought would help with the button/zip/belt problems he has. Unfortunately they have a draw string waist which he can't tie. They don't fit. He doesn't like them.
Drop off our kingsize cotton counterpane at the cleaners..... I can't guarantee to remove yesterday's brown stains and anyway it won't fit in my washing machine.
Fill a white baguette with smoked mackerel and mayonnaise for Robin's lunch. Make a huge salad for myself. He can't eat anything green or healthy while he prepares for his colonoscopy on Thursday.
It almost hurts to watch him eat a plate of rich tea biscuits, caramel rice cakes and meringues for supper - he refuses anything else - while I pile my plate with brown rice, flaked tuna and bright green purple sprouting broccoli. Feel as if I'm eating double chlorophyll for both of us to counteract the sugar - ridiculous of course.
Notice how MY time is still full of Robin. So in my last precious hour I fill a little bowl with Gogi berries and cashew nuts, make a cup of mocha with almond milk and watch an episode of Endeavour on iPlayer...escape into Oxford - a place close to my heart - in the sixties.
So when I come back I feel a little softer and can take a closer, less panicky look at my big worries in the wings.
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