Exmouth promenade tulips.
Driving Robin to The Mede this morning we are talking about transport.
Do you know what a bus is?
Is this a bus?
No it's a car.
At that moment a bus comes towards us. I say,
That's a bus.
Of course it is,
he says, recognising it immediately.
Unfortunately there aren't any handy passing trains to help me explain about rails and carriages.
Later I sit in a cafe on the Cathedral Green having coffee and chocolate cake
with 3 dear friends who listen to my troubles and make me laugh.
It's sultry hot and I'm not hungry for lunch so, inspired by my juicing sister, I make myself a green smoothie, zingy with spinach ginger and lime.
I write emails and make phone calls following on from the meeting with our Archangel M about the CHC funding and stairlifts. I leave messages on answer phones and no-one rings back.
There is a thunderstorm while we are having supper. I try and explain it but Robin doesn't seem concerned. I remember a time when he was frightened by the noise in the sky as he couldn't identify it.
When I'm undressing hin to have a shower he says,
Are we going to China tomorrow?
He means Cornwall, and I say not till Saturday.
As I write this I have the door open listening to the sound of his occasional coughing. He's having a cup of tea and a piece of ginger cake in the sitting room while he watches the news. He's supposed to have someone with him while he eats and drinks. I stayed with him for a while on the sofa but it takes him a long long time to eat anything now and I wanted to go to bed. The open door is a compromise. I can gauge now if the coughing/breathing is getting serious and I can get to him quickly.
All day I've been longing to read a chapter of my novel. But I never made it. And now it's too late. They say sleep is your best medicine. I must start taking it then....just have to finish this first.....
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