I try to keep August as free as I can, to work on the house and garden, and so on, but this week I’ve done a few unusual things. I’ve finished the wall I was working on – hooray! – and just started the next one, so that’s going as well as it can, in between the rain.
And I’ve been going for longer and longer runs this week – five of them, and I’m feeling fitter and fitter.
But on Monday I did something I’ve never done before. I am going on a cruise later in the year – it’s a long story, which I’ll tell later. The main problem is that I get really badly seasick – so much so that when I go to Greece I avoid boats between islands; so much so, in fact, that I got sick on the Isle of Wight ferry. It’s time I took action, so on Monday last week I went to see a hypnotherapist, to see if I can at least manage my seasickness better. I’m going again this week, when I’ll have the first actual session. Trouble is, I won’t really know if it’s worked until I’m on board ship, in a gale, in mid-Atlantic…
On Tuesday things weren’t so good. A complaint has been made about me. I’m fairly certain that I’ve done nothing wrong, and I’ve suggested something that would make amends, and the people who matter understand how the thing has happened, so I’m feeling better about it now, but it was a bit of a blight. But I had a good session at the hospital, and in the evening we (TADS, after our meeting) had a readthrough of my new play. They like it, and we’ll be entering it in next year’s Worcestershire play festival. Phew!
Another thing I’ve been doing this week is picking plums. My poor apparently-dead plum tree, plus its self-sown offshoot, have produced pounds and pounds of plums this year, and I’m struggling to keep up. Looks like the pear tree is on form too, so I’m going to have a freezer full of fruit.
On Wednesday I did the hospital writeup, and did some house-clearing, and went to see Miss Saigon with the daughter. It was a good production, especially the second half, but the show has no memorable songs at all, and the lyrics are dreadful – The Daughter and I were playing guess the rhyme; just so predictable and unoriginal. An audience member near us collapsed and was taken to an ambulance during the show; I hope s/he is ok.
Good news on Thursday! But it might not come to anything, so I’m not going to say anything about it. And another session at the hospital, but not quite so good this time. I did some Poetry on Loan work, too.
On Friday I put the finishing touches to the wall, and squeezed in a bit of gardening – my poor garden is being neglected because of all the work on the house. And I took my cat to the vet. She is deaf, and sits on the drive and yowls when there’s nothing wrong, and she can’t find the catflap. Apparently my cat has dementia. But she’s physically in good shape, and there’s nothing to be done.
On Saturday I took four bags to the charity shop – triumph! And I got up-to-date with all the emails, and wrote two poems. And on Sunday The Bloke and I cycled round the cycle trail in the Forest of Dean – about 11 miles, and very enjoyable, once the early inclines were done. A few weeks ago I could not have done this without many stops.
So – an interesting and fruitful week. My holidays are looking good so far.