A quick diary of life at Bethwin so distant sisters can get an idea of what gives!
Esther’s birthday treat for me was to spend a day at Bethwin road so Deb and i can go out. So I’m looking forward to a day of peace and tranquillity. Oh dear…
No sleep for anyone!
Phil gets up almost constantly all night.
Mickey has caught a mouse and is howling outside the window
Someone has missed the toilet, I discover this in bare feet… Washing the floor and my feet at 5am.
Cats nagging for food which molly obligingly throws up, thanks deb for fielding this one
So that’s the night gone, we are all walking around in a daze. Mum is at the end of her tether, and her tether is longer than most. She feels helpless with her broken wrist, add to that the Phil situation plus some codeine induced fatigue and she is left feeling tired and low, unable to cope.
Esther turned up to look after Dad and we had off to Kew Gardens. It’s a beautiful day and we nab a wheelchair from the gatehouse and head off to the nicest looking restaurant… which is closed.
So we head back via the new tree top walkway which I’ve never seen. There is a lift so we can take Laura up. Except the lift is closed for the day
so we leave Laura at the bottom for a few minutes, then back together to the entrance for some food. Kew is looking absolutely stunning.
Get back home and then almost straight back out to the pub where I’m playing with my band. Except I’m not because the power steering seems broken and is making some very odd noises.
Did I mention that the gas boiler died today too?
Fine, OK, I GET THE PICTURE!!!! The world is out to get me.
Get to the pub finally, grab some quick food and head up to the The Selkirk.
Finally I can relax, I take a big sip of my beer. Why is that guy looking daggers at me? Oh… that wasn’t my beer. Quick apologies and a replacement pint for him. So I reach for my real pint and knock it over…
Really hanging by a thread here… I’m so deadly tired and it’s all falling apart and I can’t stop it.
Then I pick up the mandolin and all the music clicks into place, effortless, round of applause and we get asked to play another which rolls out smooth as silk. Big round of applause and time for another beer. The guy whose beer I nicked is an excellent fiddle player and after he finishes I chat with him telling him that two pints instead of one seems to suit his playing, he’s a lovely guy and we chat musical things until it’s time to play once more. Wouldn’t mind coming here again!
Head back to Bethwin to relieve Esther, Phil is in bed and stays there almost all night. A good nights sleep all round