My 1st Online Vegetable Shopping

I have always been sceptic about purchasing fresh vegetables from the internet. How fresh is it and will it last?

During this lockdown periods I have started to do more and more online shopping. But I was still reluctant to purchase fresh vegetables that I had not inspected and selected.

OK, so the weather became rather cold and when I went on Saturday afternoon the que by my favourite veg-stall on the market was just diotically long and not everyone had a facemask on, I think it would have taken 30-60 minutes to get to the till. No way was I going to stand there for that long. So, I gave up on that idea, and shopped at Sainsbury’s but only the most essential on my shopping list.

Some friends of mine had told me that my favourite market stall did home deliveries free to some areas of MK, so I wanted to give them a go, and here is the result of my first online fruit and vegetables shopping.


All very fresh, I couldn’t have selected better myself.

Thank you, MK Online Greengrocers

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DIY when one forgets to ask the carers.

I forgot to ask the morning carer to carry the laundry basket downstairs, so I used a belt between the two handles and made an oversized shoulder bag. (LOL)

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The rest was easy.
The lunchtime carer also came too early, by a quarter of an hour, but this time I just dragged the basket along the floor to the tumbler dryer.

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I am hooked up

This picture was taken just four days after my full left shoulder replacement. As you can see, the operation was successful and all I have to do is learning to just use one hand for everything.

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I am already starting on some basic exercises to strengthening the bruised muscles. Sleeping is a little bit problematic, as I can’t sleep on my back very well, so I have to wedge my left hand to prevent the shoulder to fall forward. I think I have now managed to find the ideal (for me) solution.

I have carers to help me change my cloth morning and evening and to have a wash. They are lovely people, the first carer was a man, and stripping to “full Monty” took some “brain blanketing”. I survived but I can’t say I loved it. Actually it doesn’t matter what sex the carers are, I still don’t like the “full Monty” strip and wash; but when one doesn’t have two hands one is grateful.

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Yabby Dabby Doo a way overdue job, done!

Not solely by myself, but as my garden lady has stopped for winter I asked if I could hire her for a heavy-duty lifting job, to which she agreed.

I didn’t take a picture before she started, but this is what’s either going to the Skip, Freegle, Nextdoor or belonging to DJKA.

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Everything in the foreground (bar the green barrel) is for charity i.e. Freegle and Nextdoor. The green barrel has been stored near the camper. The rest is for the Skip. 1½ car load and there is way more to go.

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I was glad that Sarah loaded and unloaded my car.

Now all I have to do is getting pictures and advertising everything on the web.

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Sadly, I had to put things back into my garage for storage until people come and collect. I also placed my economic electric heater to get rid of some of the dampness. I can’t remember when I last had that much floor space in the garage-extension.

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Thanks to Anglian Water

clip_image002Somewhen between the 24/6/19 and 7.8.19 a not so friendly unknown person turned the water to my ponds on and left it on.

When returning home after my shoulder operation, stay in the care home and with a friend, we found that the water was running in the garden.

While sitting relaxing the phone rang, it was from the Anglian Water, who queried my enormous water usage. I explained my predicament and the lady was very sympathetic, she said they would check the meter again within a fortnight and get back to me.

I was very reluctant to open the letter from Anglian Water; but scraped some courage together; and was pleasantly surprised. All the “leakage”, to the amount of £1095.28, had been written off.

Phew, what a relief! Thanks!

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Another fortnight has evaporated since the Op

The arm-sling is off and it found its way to the dustbin. I think we were maximum 5 minutes with the doctor, who looked at the scar poked a bit and checked my movements showed me the x-rays of the new shoulder, and answered 4 of 5 questions, wrote my release from surgery note and a referral note to the physio department.
The last question was “when can I start driving again”?
This is depending on the physio from MK-hospital.

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My Total Shoulder Replacement & Recovery

I had my shoulder replacement on the 24th of June, all went well, but I had to stay at the hospital for 9 days until a bed was available in a convalescent home.

I was so lucky to get a placement at Waterhall Care Home in Bletchley. The food was quite good and it was definitely way better than hospital food. The place was absolutely fantastic – a generous single room with an on suite bathroom, shower & wc – and with 24/7 nursing/careers at hand and a daily physio who helped speed up my mobility and strengthen  my arm muscles, plus assuring me that the pain I sometimes felt was not a warning of a possible dislocation. He was very understanding and caring. The carers were always happy and friendly, even when run off their feet. Their title fully described them as they were making each patient feel special. The fortnight I stayed there just flew away.

The stitches/clips (32 of them) came out on the 9th, the plaster came off on the 13th, I was released from the care home on the 17th and my post-op-appointment – with the surgeon/specialist who performed the operation – is on the 1st August when the sling will come off. I hope to be able to use my arm by then and maybe get permission to drive.

Most of all I am so grateful to my friends – HC, DJKA, VR & PO – who were doing all the running around getting me this & that.  Also a very special thanks to my ICE person who is now looking after me until the post-op appointment.

I am a happy pampered bunny.

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Interesting handwritten facts

I was doing a little de-cluttering and came across a diary belonging to my mother and while looking through the book I noticed that I actually could read her writing. I have always said that I couldn’t read her handwriting but … while reading I noticed some of my own handwriting at the desk and I think this is why I can read my mothers handwriting.

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My writing is to the right – talk about growing to become a mirror of your parents.

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2018 – what a troublesome year!

I am slightly fed up with 2018. I am wondering what more this year can throw at me.First there was the water damage that forced me and my cat out of my house for one month while the building recovery firm made my house liveable again. While we were in exil, I decided to pop over to Denmark for a short week.

When Coco and I came back home, I had to find someone to do my garden. The lady I found (temporarily only) came with me – to check the flat – in Spain. It had become a dump! Grrrr.
We spend the whole week cleaning the flat for the next lodgers.
I manage to organise that the flat got painted from top to bottom, incl. the outside balcony rails and fixing this and that that had been left and not fixed; like the air-con that had never been serviced.

When I got home I wrote a “Dear John” letter to the keyholder and sacked him.
Luckily, I had another key-holder lined up.
I will meet her in October when I am returning to Spain to finish refurbishing the flat (new sofa, armchair, dishwasher …).

And the saga goes on and on, but I wont bore you any further.