Dentists, seeds and a sad demise.
After two and a half years without a dentist, I finally succumbed to the task. June had been sorted out, so I braved a visit, knowing I needed at least one extraction. Over a fortnight later and still recovering after much pulling, prodding and a stitch for good luck, the extraction still hadn’t healed over. I subsequently had to return for some antibiotics and a socket clean due to an infection, so another few more weeks of soft food. The followup session of 45 mins sorted out the three top front nashers and April brings the remaining two lower, rear cavities to a closure. Not quite a Hollywood smile, but a decent Carmarthen one.
Nine out of the 12 bulb sets planted before Christmas rotted off after the heavily freeze in December while we were away. I noticed that most of the bulbs hadn’t poked through the loam and upon unearthing, turned out to be soggy, squishy lumps. However, the snowdrops dug up from our road frontage last year and replanted under the trees have done really well and gave a loverly display. I started some seeds on my bathroom window sill to get an early crop of tomatoes, lovage, watercress and some others, but they didn’t come to much. I don’t seem to have my sisters luck with this seed germination lark. The preparation of the greenhouse for the summer needs some thinking while I have the time as I would like to put a large trough for tomatoes etc instead of growing in pots again.
My brother in law decided to take the family to Venice for a half-term break, so we looked after mum for the few days. Mum fell off her bed the week prior to them going and lost confidence in sleeping in her bed. Her mobility then deteriorated severely, from walking to the bathroom with a three wheeled walking frame to June and I manoeuvring her in a wheel chair. Mum was also sleeping in her motorised recliner in her sitting room. Due to the start of dementia, mum found the chair controller and fiddled with it in the night, resulting in her lying precariously on the foot rest at 4 in the morning and calling out for me. A quick leg on and down stairs to stabilise the chair and put mum back upright for a few more hours, when she did it again. The eagerly awaited delivery of a hospital bed with air mattress and high sides enabled mum to get a safe and comfortable night in bed. However, mum sadly passed away on 27th March having decided she had had enough of life. She will be missed by all the family, but her tales and anecdotes will live on through the generations.
It’s all going smoothly for Emma and Martin’s wedding in April with stag and hen doo’s completed, dresses and suits fitting, flowers and all the bits and bobs finished. Just my speech to finalise and practice. I had thought about a Powerpoint presentation, but taking my old, but reliable Windows 7 tower for a 5 minute standup is a bit excessive, even though the thought of adding embarrassing video snippets of Emma is so appealing. So it’s going to good old fashioned post cards and hope I don’t drop or shuffle them!
