Well here we are then - It's bank holiday Sunday... I awake minus hangover (a rare occurrence on a Sunday morning I admit)... This cutting down on drinking malarky is miserable and I hate it isn't so bad after all... or so they tell me!
After last weeks funny turn, I 'll be honest - I was feeling fragile and quite vulnerable... ergo, I wanted to be around people in a safe place. With that requirement in mind AND a trip up to West then North Yorkshire ahead of me, going back to the marina seemed the best course of action. OK, I was still sulking a bit about paying for something that was already paid for but sometimes the 'bigger picture' is the important thing.
Thing is - although a bit scared it might happen again, my logical brain was telling me I'm taking blood thinners and taking things easier than usual AND barely drinking anything pleasurable, so WHY would it?
That's all well and good in theory but having the protection of boats around - not to mention an easy address to give emergency services DID provide peace of mind.
Resting up for a couple of days, I was amazed HOW tired I was... having 2-3 hour naps during the day and then a solid 12 hours over night. NOT like me at all. I'm also still VERY emotional - I 'm still crying at everything and anything.
Anyways feeling more like my normal self, I suggested the bosun might want to come 'up north' on Sunday for a bath night before the Doctors in Wakefield on Monday morning... THIS being an already planned test to keep an eye on my kidney function which hadn't been too good since starting on Statins. We stayed at Tankersley manor near Barnsley - about 20 mins drive from Wakefield and as my appointment was 8.30 am, I suggested he stay at the hotel and I'd pick him up on my return home... hoping I didn't forget he was there as atm, my memory isn't great.
Once at the docs, (30 mins early) it occurred to me that the gp WOULD need to see me following the discharge letter from the hospital so I joined the queue to see if I could get in whilst I was there... How Naïve of me!
No - I'd missed my chance by 8.15 so would it would have to be a telephone call the following day. Oh well.
Bloods done and I was back at the hotel to pick up the Balkan - he was mid game so I put my feet up and had a coffee and waited patiently.
I quite like the Mercure hotel group - they usually give me the gold member upgrade without being asked so whilst tired, we HAD been given a suite for only 54 quid for the night. Result.
Back at the boat, Dob decided to get creative with some plastic flowers kill me now which have certainly brightened up the the bow.
They HAVE since been added to since I took this snap - well I mean you can't have TOO much plastic tatt too many flowers on a boat can you?
Tuesday was my 'all day telephone' gp appointment... a bit like waiting in for a sofa to be delivered but without the excitement of having your first snooze on the thing when it eventually arrives... probably at 1 minute to 5. The difference here being that the call came at 6.15 pm and he wanted me to come in and see him at 11 tomorrow. THAT sent my plans in to a bit of chaos, you see I WAS intending to drive up to North Yorkshire (Harrogate to be precise) on Wed afternoon to spend a couple of nights in an air-bnb I'd booked on the basis that given my current frailty, driving up and back in one day for the funeral of my best friends father on Thursday would be too much. It kind of worked out ok as it just meant I had to leave earlier and detour via Wakefield. To give him his due, he was 5 mis AHEAD of schedule so I was in and out by 11.05 WITH an additional blood pressure meds to add into the mix and a promise to keep a weeks diary before our next telephone appointment early July.
Btw - the accommodation I booked via booking.com rather than air-bnb also turned out quite ok. 150 quid for 2 nights in the centre of Harrogate plus 14 quid a day for parking (which irked).
That bath was lovely...
Thursday morning arrived and stage 1 of the day, involved a drive up to Leyburn by 10am to have a tooth repaired that I broke a month or so ago on pork crackling. I called in to see my dad and neice in the garage on route and even ended up back near the church half an hour early. I've got to admit, I don't go to many funerals - the last one being my mums. IT did appear that most of the oldies like to get in early - I thought being 30 mins early, I'd be able to sit at the back away from the action but oh no... the 'professionals' already had that covered... which meant I had to be way too close to the family... even though she's my closest friend, 'I didn't' want be snivelling behind her.
Painful as it was to see her enduring such pain, it was over and done with as effecitently as possible...after which there was that awkward hovering around a grave yard bit whilst the internment was done and then pleasantries ... or rather in my case, a few sarcastic words to a few people I didn't like from the old days... I worked with some really snooty waitresses (I was just the washer upper) and although I shouldn't bear grudges - I do. It was nice to be able to say "oh hello... goodness me you've got wrinkly". Cruel I know but well deserved .
The bun fight was civilised and gave me chance to stand in the kitchen away from the hoard for a while before I admitted defeat - exhausted, I went back to Harrogate for a late afternoon nap - toasting her father with a glass of wine in the bath later on.
Here we are now - back in Stone. We left the marina Friday afternoon and came up to town. no space where we'd have liked to have been, but a sturdy fence on the opposite side which we've slung mooring lines to and have full sun on the solar panels. OK it IS too hot, but it did mean that yesterday, I didn't run the engine at all - using the immersion heater on batteries/solar to give enough water for 2 decent showers.
I'll do a proper update on the changes I made to the panels /solar charger at some point, but it was nice to be getting 50+ amps from the solar when the immersion was on... meaning the batteries only had to throw in 8.5a each which won't do them any harm - they're on their 3rd year anyways so already have paid for themselves...
Anyways - it's time to get a load of laundry on as we intend moving on today and there's a tap in the next pound to top up on. Before then it's a long trek to the bins and wait for Morrisons to open so I can get some bread and coffee beans... the former being foolishly fed to the cygnets that visited first thing - meaning no breakfast for me. Will I ever learn?
Until next time...
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