Grandad's holiday

Tomorrow we head for Corfu. All 11 of us. It has seemed like a military operation to organise this even more so at the last minute. I think I've got all bases covered but you never know.

WH has finally finished work and has started the wind-down, chill out phase. His grin is getting bigger and he can't wait to show the Grandkids all the things he loves about being abroad. So far it looks like our hunch paid off, it WILL be the best way to celebrate his milestone birthday. He doesn't like receiving presents, he doesn't do parties with their false gaiety and little awkwardnesses, he has no need of the usual trappings of Grandfather status, over-priced trinkets, mementos and and men's gifts. He's a giver not a receiver. A shared experience is what he would have chosen for himself.

To mark this special trip Middle Daughter and I spent a whole day designing and printing t-shirts for the whole party. A bit silly possibly, but we wanted the 4 smallest ones to have a tangible reminder of this week. The daughters themselves went to Florida when they were similar ages and all 3 still have all their keepsakes, aged Disney t-shirts and childish 'souvenirs'. They can still tell you what they did from day to day on that long 6 week adventure, about the crabs that ran over their feet in the dark, the beach picnics, the English restaurant with Roast beef and having Strawberries for breakfast. Although I wasn't part of their lives then, that came just a year later, I feel like I was there. I've seen the videos, the photographs and been proudly shown all the treasures, again and again and again.

Hopefully this next 7 days will make some new memories to treasure and some which the next generation will remember with such excitement. So if you're off to Corfu this next week and you see a shortish chap wearing zany outfits and a huge grin with 4 little kids hanging on his every word, you'll know, Grandad is finally on his 'special' holiday.

A trio of birds and some badgers.

It's getting really wild around here and I don't just mean the weather. Last night I saw the local badgers nosing round my car again. I had heard from a neighbour that they were back again, her pampas grass had disappeared overnight and was trailed across her garden and round past the shed to hole in the stream bank 10m away. I haven't seen them for about 18 months but obviously that set is still in use. I'll have to try and get up about 2am again tonight to watch them although I was going to get some sugar puffs to put out for them but I forgot. I'm hoping the sugar puffs might lure them slightly more into the light away from the garage wall so they can be seen more easily.

Another oddity is that after going nightingale watching several evenings recently, the last time with the grandkids in tow as well, we now have a resident one at the bottom of our road camped out in a huge fir tree. I have lived here for 23 years and the birds here generally have vastly increased in numbers but I have never heard a nightingale here at home until now. Middle daughter and I spotted him on Sunday through the binoculars although he has been around since last Thursday. All that fuss to drive a couple of miles to go and listen to one and I can lie in bed at 5am and hear one plain as anything.

We have a strange jackdaw too. These have been increasing year on year and last year we had one with a distinctly craoky off-key voice. He seems to have returned again, or maybe he was silent all winter, so now we get this strange almost honking noise from about 7am. I know it IS a jackdaw as I have watched him through the bins too.

The third 'new' bird are flycatchers who sit on the telephone wires at the back of the house and then do a lovely tumbling display catching their next meal. They appear to be nesting in the eaves of a house in that direction and though I have looked for the fledglings I haven't seen any yet.

Either this spring is distinctly odd or else this village has suddenly become a magnet for a great influx of wild life.

Eurovision

WH missed his favourite TV programme of the whole year last night whilst were dining with friends locally. On our (slightly tipsy) return we had to look at the Eurovision Song Contest website and see who had won and listen to the top 3 songs. Today he's going to download it from BBCi and watch the whole thing. Personally I preferred the song which came second, the Ukranian entry and thought that should have won, but no doubt I will be regaled with WH's judgement later in the day.

I have long learned to live with his slightly odd-ball (well in the UK, the rest of Europe LOVES it) obsession with this annual bunfight which was brought to a head the year we watched it in a beach taverna in Lefkada. Greece won that year and the whole island went crazy with firecrackers and guns going off, free drinks and a general riot of celebration. The highlight of WH's viewing is however the commentary by an increasingly inebriated and out spoken Mr Wogan. Now Sir Terry has suggested that he might not be covering it again as he dislikes what he sees as the political slant to the voting.

Life will never be the same again.

Two week rule part 2

WH got his appointment through yesterday for his urgent test. 24th June. You will recall his GP referred him under the Two Week Rule as his symptoms were consistent with a possible cancer. This will be 45 days since he presented with those symptoms.

This is the NHS's own statement on the subject, taken from their document 'Choose and book: implementation guidance for urgent referrals for suspected cancer two week waits'

2.1 The two week wait standard
The two week wait (2WW) standard for all
cancers was introduced in 2000 and guarantees
that everyone with suspected cancer referred
urgently by their GP will be able to see a
specialist within two weeks. It is an important
milestone to achieving the 62-day target from
urgent referral for suspected cancer to first
definitive treatment, set in the NHS Cancer Plan.
Compliance with the 2WW standard has been
achieved for some time, and Trusts are now
focusing on consistent delivery of the 62-day
standard.
(my italics)

Oh no, not in this area seemingly. The NHS has done us proud once again. WH now has to wait another 4 weeks until he has this test, with all the attendant problems, worry, lack of efficient pain medication, lack of sleep etc etc. Once again the patient is the last consideration.

I don't think Alan Johnson would be looking so smug if that were him.

Two week rule, don't make me laugh, I'm already crying

The NHS apparently has a two week rule that means that if you present to your GP with some new, serious, possibly cancer-related symptom, you get tested and see an 'expert' within 2 weeks. 3 weeks ago WH did just that. Although the GP thought there was a slight chance of it being related to medications he is taking, nevertheless he was referred immediately for an endoscopy to have his gut checked out and stopped from taking any of his regular medication.

Seeing another doctor in the practice last week about another maybe-related-symtom and being in excrucuiating pain with the lack of pain relief, this guy also expressed surprise that the endoscopy had not been carried out. He promised to chase it urgently. On Monday two phone calls from different practice nurses had WH rushing to the surgery for a consult about yet another new medication. Again the GP was astonished that the endoscopy had still not been carried out and said she would chase it immediately. Now 3 days later WH still hasn't heard anything, and still can't take any arthritis medication which is leaving him is severe pain and unable to sleep at night.

I know the NHS is strapped for cash and I know that many doctors are unconvinced that this system is any good but does anyone consider the poor old patient? We go on holiday in 8 days, a holiday planned specifically for WH's enjoyment. WH has been told he has a potentially serious condition and needs an urgent test. He hasn't had the urgent test, can't take his usual meds so is feeling 10 times worse than usual and there is no apparent end in sight. The prospect of a holiday with 10 other people whilst feeling in this state is not appealing to him, never mind the worry of 'What ifs'.

Once again the NHS has caused this family no end of grief and is threatening to ruin our holiday of a lifetime.

Counting down, fingers crossed. No Problem!

Just two weeks to the big day when all 11 of us fly these shores for the sunnier climes of Corfu. So far it's been quiet of late no major panics yet. WH and I are getting ourselves sorted early as there are sure to be some major hitches to come. I say this advisedly and with a foresight coloured by past experience.

This is the family who lost passports 15 hours before travelling, 17th May 1999 is forever imprinted on my mind as we queued outside the passport office at 6am in order to make a flight at noon. I admit I lied when I called up the airline and said I would be late checking in due to 'car trouble', in reality we were hurtling at breakneck speed down the M4, shiny new passports in hand. We finally joined the back of the check-in queue to the accompaniment of an announcement of a 4 hour flight delay, panic over.

On another occasion, WH and 3 kids fetched up at a campsite in Cornwall at 11pm only to find they had left all the tent poles behind, they arrived home at 3am and had left again by 9 arguing all the while about whose fault it was.

Youngest daughter on her first trip abroad solo, ie without family but unfortunately with the current boyfriend, went to a rave in Spain. She then had her handbag with all her valuables stolen on the first day, money, passport, phone, camera. WH managed to wire money out to her and enabled her to take her pre-booked bus home, however other rowdies on said bus caused all the Brits to be ejected at Dover and we had to retrieve her from there. Our phone bill was colossal that month, in inverse proportion to our bank account.

Middle daughter emigrated to New Zealand. Her new Kiwi husband turned character the day they left and she spent 3 years trying to keep afloat and working all the hours she could whilst he spent every penny, didn't work and generally got into trouble. Finally she snapped and phoned WH to ask for money for flights home. "I'll see how much they are," he said. ""Oh I know already" said she, "I've already booked, you just have to pay".

Eldest daughter and husband also went to Spain for their first holiday as a couple. They didn't go anywhere much and were bored and didn't like the food. They must have had some good times as Number 1 grandson was the result.

So now we're off with the next generation too, one is frightened of flying, one is frightened of nothing, half of the party don't like foreign food, only two of us have ever driven on the 'wrong' side of the road, and two are so frightened of getting lost they're going to stay on the beach all week. Sounds like we're going to have fun.

Concerto for nightingale and blackbird

WH finally picked up his new hearing aids earlier this week. The difference to him is immense. He can't believe just how many little things he can now hear again. Perhaps a rowdy children's party was not quite the best place to wear them for the first time but he didn't need to remove them or turn the volume down and no-one noticed he was wearing them until pointed out to them. All in all they seem to be a success.

Later that same evening we went to look at a small parcel of land which is for sale locally. Mostly mixed woodland, there are some redundant buildings and a pasture which floods in winter, a haven for local wildlife. We soon realised that buying this would not be the dream we had thought it might be, noise from the motorway some 7 miles distant seemed to funnel up the valley and broke through the silence. A minor road above the fields also echoed loudly and WH with his newly acquired hearing deemed it far too noisy.

Nevertheless we walked the pathways and and enjoyed the warm evening listening to the numerous local birds, joined by a brace of pheasants who were roosting in some rhododendron bushes. As dusk fell another tune began. Two nightingales in adjacent trees struck up a conversation and sang their sweet song in the falling light. We stayed the best part of an hour listening to them until we were forced to leave, driven by the falling light and the need to negotiate some rough ground in poor light.

It had been a magical hour, the stillness, the unspoilt ground and the amazing song of the unseen birds. WH told me that he had not heard sounds like that for the best part of 20 years. I was stunned and momentarily felt empty as the realisation of all that he had had missed hit me like a thunderbolt. At least with his new aids he can begin to make up for that loss. Then as if to celebrate two blackbirds joined in and the road noise was obliterated as we left the site to a finale played by a quartet of the loudest birds even I had ever heard.

Listen here for the sound of the nightingale. Click the forward arrow above the waveform to play.

Feels like summer

Yesterday we went to the Marie Curie Garden Fair at Kentisbeare house. What a fabulous day we had. The weather was perfect, cloudless skies, hot sun and a just a little light breeze. Over 50 stalls had set up selling mostly plants and garden related things but a lovely food tent as well. As usual the Wallaces' burgers were to die for. Die, I probably will too when I step on the scales later today having eaten 2 burgers with onion relish for lunch and then having pizza for tea, it being too hot and me being too tired to think of anything else to fill up a very hungry WH.

I bought loads of plants for the new garden and found a lovely little nursey not far from here which I will be visiting later in the week. The patio at the new house is so hot I intend to do lots of pots of salvias which I have hitherto had little success with in the present NE facing garden.

One I bought yesterday was Salvia patens which must be my most favourite colour ever and the colour of a perfect Mediterannean sky. I'm hoping that it will echo the skies to come here too.

A little taste of summer

Last night I made Kolokithakia or Little Courgettes (zuchini). I did a meze for dinner with a mostly Greek/Middle eastern theme and tried to cook these for the first time. I have to report they were every bit as good as those we've had many times in Greece over the years. I served everything at once in true Greek style and we all dug in to Baked trout, Briam (vegetable stew), Couscous with herbs, peppers and onion, Greek salad, pita bread, Tzatziki and last but not least the Kolokithakia. Dessert was a platter of Charentais melon, Cheddar strawberries, pineapple and kiwi fruit, and very lovely it looked too.

At the farmers market the previous day I had spotted some round thin-skinned cougettes more like the variety they seem to grow in Greece so snapped some up with just this recipe in mind. It's really easy to cook if just a little messy.

Kolokithakia

Courgettes sliced about 5mm thick
Flour well seasoned with salt and pepper
1 beaten egg
Olive oil for frying

Make sure the courgettes slices are dry.
Dip in beaten egg then in the flour.
Shake off excess flour and fry in olive oil for 2-3 mins turning half way through.
Fry in a single layer in small batches. The resulting slices should be light and crispy and golden brown.
Drain on kitchen paper and serve immediately with slices of lemon to squeeze over.

This is often serve as a starter or as part of a larger meal.

Headbanger

Sitting here the other day up to my eyes in paperwork for the end of the financial year I heard a strange sound. A bit like a spring or maybe it was feint knocking sound. Whatever, I couldn't find the source of it until I went outside later on and I heard it more clearly. A quick check on the internet proved without a doubt. It was the sound of a Greater Spotted Woodpecker and he has obviously set up home in the oaks opposite my house. He started drumming this morning just after dawn and has continued intermittently all day. Some times he sounds closer still, perhaps moving trees.

I've wasted hours looking for him and still can't see him it's really infuriating. It's good to hear though. I hope he does manage to attract a mate and then we might get the sight of the whole family later in the season.

You can see and hear one here, although he's picked an odd choice of tree to drum.

Houseful

My living room is ablaze with flowers. Saturday brought 4 separate lots and a plant. Unfortunately 3 of these were delivered in person so I had vistors for the most part of the day and was dishing out cups of tea to all and sundry. One set though, made their own tea, tidied my kitchen, put the remains of my disturbed lunch in the fridge and commented on WH's lack of housekeeping skills all the while marvelling that I wasn't in bed like they thought I would be. As these relatives have never visited in the 17 years of WH and I being together I should think myself highly honoured. This was in addition to taking 2 little walks to the new house, alone.

I really am doing much better than last time. Yesterday, to celebrate that fact, we went to Kingsbury May Festival. Our short trip turned into a marathon involving a stand-up burger lunch, afternoon tea in a village coffee shop on the Somerset levels, an electrical part fest in B&Q, 2 supermarkets for cat food and other urgent needs and finally dinner in a local pub.

I was hoping to have a rest today, still being only 6 days post-op, but I started well by having to make tea for the workforce at 7.30am while they chewed over their respective weekend's events and tried to summon up enough energy to plod round the corner and actually DO something. I've just had a phone call to tell me that the breakfast delivery is late. Oh, were they expecting me to take it then? Er... YES.

Maybe I should just go back to work, I might get waited on then.

Lucy in the sky with diamonds

Image courtesy of beatlefans.com

I'm home, a day late but anyway I'm here now and well on the road to recovery. I was looked after wonderfully well in the hospital apart from an unfortunate experience where I was given far too much morphine than was good for me for some reason.

It's still a bit in my system so I'll leave the details and description until a later date. I will say it's not something I want to repeat any time but it has give WH a conversation piece with all the plasterers/painters/roofers working on the new house during his brief visits to supervise. I thought my ears were burning and if I listen hard enough I can hear the laughter from here. Seemingly I would have made a good comedy duo, single handed.