Getting This Thing To Work!

I’ve been trying to add this post for a couple of days but every time I try to add pictures it crashes me off the Internet. Maybe one day AOL will get their act together and I will post them then. So without pictures, here it is :-

 

 

After a few reminders from people, almost bordering on threats, I’m adding a new entry here.

When I last wrote I thought I was starting with a cold which was also giving me a thumping headache. It turned out to be ‘Flu and three days after it’s fairly gentle start, had me in the grips of pain and fever I haven’t known the like of before.

I know I had ‘Flu when I was fifteen and was in bed for a few days. That was a rarity in itself! My Mother modelled her maternal role on the Victorian Workhouse principals, if you had a pulse and could stand up, then you were well enough to work.

So I must have been quite ill to be allowed off school. I am the only person I know who was sent to school who Whooping Cough.

Anyway, I digress, I don’t remember the ’Flu I had back then being as awful as this was. I spent a whole week in bed and my GP insisted on coming out to see me on the day we had all that snow and for once Worcester had it worse than almost anywhere.

I was supposed to be flying to Germany for the half term week and if my daughter and grandaughter hadn’t been recovering from the same thing I wouldn’t even have considered it, as I wouldn’t want to pass it on to anyone else.

On the Saturday morning I said if I could manage to get to the Bank to get my Euros, then I would attempt going to the airport that evening. After all, all I had to do was sit and be transported. Catherine said I could go to bed when I got to hers and stay there until I felt well enough to get up.

So off I went and as it turned out I didn’t suffer too much but the next day I was very tired and slept a lot until the Wednesday, when I finally got dressed and we walked down to the town for the Market and then had Hot Chocolate with whipped cream, in a lovely café.  The waitress there is besotted with Isabella but then who wouldn’t be? No, I’m not biased.

Thursday we went out in the afternoon to a nearby small town called something that sounds like Bad Berlaberg. There is a castle there and the grounds are a public park. We had a walk round the lake and then went to the Tea Shop just outside the castle walls. It’s a lovely little place and is also an Antique Shop, full of old household and kitchen items, which are displayed all around you. They don’t open until the afternoon, we think this is because they make their own cakes in the morning and I have to say their Black Forest Gateau is nothing like the rubbish we get in this country! Their cakes are like something the Angels made.

Vera, Flo’s Mum, came with us and she told me a funny tale. Her husband had to have an operation to remove some pins in his foot, from a nasty break last year.

Vera decided she wanted to be in the theatre to watch the operation. I don’t know, it must be a German thing. Although having seen their telly programmes I can understand the need for some alternative entertainment. So there she was and she passed out and had to be taken out of the theatre. Not once but twice! You have to applaud her stamina for going back in.

Friday, we walked down to the town. By now Flo was ill in bed, he was suffering from the virus but in a strange way, as he had good and bad days. So we had to walk to the other side of town to get to the supermarket (Catherine won’t drive Flo’s car as she is used to an Auto). As it was a long walk we decided that Waffles, with hot cherries, ice cream and whipped cream with a large Cappuccino were necessary fuel on our walk, so we called into the Café with the nice waitress.

Can you see there is a bit of a theme going here? Cakes/ Teashops? At least this time I avoided The Sonner and their illegally fattening but gorgeous pork schnitzels, stuffed with cheese and mushrooms!

Thankfully, due to the ‘Flu I’d lost nine pounds in the week before I went and only put back on four while I was there.

Since I returned home I’ve had a week at school but I’ve needed to have a sleep in the afternoons, as I’m still not back up to strength.

Simon and Tori came up unexpectedly for the weekend. They were looking at wedding venues. As usual with them, one liked one and the other liked another. But it looks as if Tori is having the final say. I can see the next 8 months will be a nightmare of ‘discussions’ over the arrangements .

Saturday night we went to my sister’s for a family get together for my niece Emma, who has returned from her year around the world. She looked really well and is hopeful she might have got onto a Journalism course, something she has quite a skill for, shewrotesome very good features on her travels.

On Sunday Tori and I went to Birmingham, where she chose and bought her wedding dress. That was fun. Oh and I had Waffles with Maple Syrup!

Not much else to say, I’m still feeling a bit brain dead after being ill.

If this works, it’s a short clip of Isabella when she had just woken from her afternoon nap.