Beacon Hill Toposcope, Lickey Hills on a cold day |
Time is moving on, but nothing much is changing. We have walked and walked, still mostly on pavements which has caused a problem for Brian. He complained his heel felt like it was bruised, but there was nothing to see.
However it got worse, not actually while we were walking, but afterwards, so I looked it up on the web. Hmm, sounds like plantar fasciitis, relatively common, but can take a while to go. Jo has suffered for years and said REST. I wouldn’t let him out for the weekend, so I had to do all the irritating running about, papers, cake, chippy....
A cold but sunny (and showery!) 17km bike ride |
Fortunately he got an appointment with the podiatrist just down the road who squeezed him in on Tuesday lunchtime, and told him what to do and what not to do. It seems to be all about supporting the foot, so no barefoot walking, not even to the loo in the middle of the night! This is a little annoying but he’s doing as he’s told! Fortunately Ted has been taken out of the storage area by the maintenance man who has a workshop up at the storage, to repair the back corner, damaged on the gate post. What does this have to do with Brian’s feet? Only that the bikes were still in Ted, and we are not allowed access to the storage, Dan’s workshop however is a different story. We went to get the bikes yesterday, managed about 17 km, though it was colder than we expected, and did rain on us a little, but at least it’ll stop him going stir crazy....
We’ve done a couple more stints with Support Redditch, one just delivery and one packing and delivery, though this time I delivered, and Brian packed. We’d just told the mechanic in the village he could keep the car overnight for service and MOT when Emma asked if we were available. We were, but only in mum’s car, which B isn’t insured to drive. I returned from my five deliveries to the guys packing, and talking, which I suspected would happen! The plus to this was we were still there when one of the other delivery guys popped in for his boxes with 4 donuts. These weren’t just normal donuts, mine had a Rolo on, B’s a strawberry....they were definitely a cut above! We didn’t need lunch after.
Birthday cake for Pauline. Big breath now! |
The date finally came round for Mum’s Internet switch, we assumed she’d have had no internet all day Sunday but that hadn’t been the case and first thing Monday she messaged to say the telephone had gone over but that she appeared to have a new number! This was not what we wanted to happen so B got on the phone to Plusnet. At least you can get on the phone to Plusnet which is more than can be said for TalkTalk. The lady was quite insistent there was nothing she could do, mum’s old number would be in ‘quarantine’ for a fortnight but they would put a request in to get it returned to her on its release. This wasn’t good enough, so B requested a call back from her manager, who also insisted there was nothing he could do, until B went on a bit, and he decided that if the number had only ever belonged to BT he might be able to just.... We got the number back the following day. Hurrah. We then waited all day for the broadband to be connected, it could take up to midnight you know? We didn’t, and it hadn’t happened before we went home for dinner. It still hadn’t happened the following morning, so B back on the phone. “Oh yes, I’ve just got to make this switch” he was a lovely man, and it only took a moment, but why had we had to call about it at all? Back to mum to connect her and all is good.
Carefully chosen as its purple inside (although this photo doesn't really show it up) |
It was a busy week for mum, the following day was her birthday, so back with flowers and cake and chocolates. Not to mention brisket cooking itself in the Mr.D thermal cooker, mmm beef with all the trimmings.
A robin on Paulines bird table, tidying up the seeds dropped by the blue tits |
We’ve all been a bit ‘doctored’, B has had his Covid jab, which didn’t hurt a bit but left him feeling completely rubbish for the whole of the next day, he’s been to the podiatrist with his feet, and for a cystoscopy. I’ve been for a mammogram, and mum has been to the opticians which has led to an appointment at the Kidderminster hospital eye department next week. The NHS is doing things other than Covid then.
We are still cooking up a storm, B did a great chicken madras the other week, and I got some sea bass going cheap. Yesterday was a joint Indian cooking day, how to use the end of the roast chicken and half a tin of lentils? Well that’s obviously a curry, would it be enough? Well I did buy some gram flour last year, and have to try onion Bhajis at some point. They were surprisingly easy, and surprisingly good. We’d picked up some poppadoms from Aldi, raita is easy as is onion and tomato salad, and lime pickle (we had some in a jar) what about mango chutney? Can it be made from this horrible dried mango the lovely people we Housesat for in Glasgow last year gave us? Turns out it can. Three course, yummy Indian meal it was then! Made up for eating nothing but pancakes the previous night, some with traditional sugar and lemon and some with banana, ice cream and gooey rich butterscotch sauce mum had made!
Just one of many culinary delights created mainly by Jackie, with help from me. Sea Bass - fabulous! |