The triumph of a Gardener

My gardener was here the other day and she found this snail nursery; don’t tell me that 13 is an unlucky number (but for the snails to-be it was)

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And a little later she found this snail kindergarten/graveyard:

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there were also two baby frogs – and I think they ate all ‘the kids and the teacher’ in the kindergarten, because of all the empty houses. Sorry frogs; but the evidence had to be destroyed, so no more easy dinner, but there are enough other snails in my garden, I just can’t show you the way!

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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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Parking dispute at no.31

There was a person parking on my garage forecourt Sunday-Monday.
I had a doctors appointment at 10am and couldn’t get out of my garage.
I had never seen that car in the area before, so I didn’t know where it came from.

Anyway I got a taxi to and from the surgery and when I was back home the car had gone.
But low and behold, at 2pm the car was back! Swear, swear … more swear!
So I checked online what I could do and everything I read was contradictory.

Hence me writing the following words, printing them and sticking the print onto the windscreen.

Private property of number 31
Please DO NOT PARK here ever again
You owe me £6 for taxi as I couldn’t get my car out this morning

After which the car disappeared.

When I got home late Thursday-Friday night, I found a letter in my letterbox with £20 and a letter from the guilty person:

Dear no. 31,
I extend my sincerest apologies for parking across your garage a couple of days ago.
I mistakenly thought it was part of no.30, but it was gross misjudgement on my part. Your actions were completely justified.

Please accept this as my goodwill gesture to you. I hope it helps bury the hatchet. It’ll never happen again.

You owe me £6 for a taxi, as I couldn’t get my car out this morning.

 

I can only say many thanks the the owner of the car for his/hers kind gesture.

Lunch at Café Lindevang

I took my friends out for lunch on the last day in Denmark. We went to “Cafè Lindevang” på Peter Bangs Vejen. It’s a place where you get good old-fashioned traditional Danish smørebrød (open sandwiches), and I would dare anyone to order and eat two portions. I know out of experience that the portions are gigantic; but check the pictures and judge for yourself.
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2x Pan fried plaice fillets w.Shrimp — 1x Prawns w. mayonnaise
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Tatar w raw egg yolk and garnish — 2” Burger w Fried Egg
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I was struggling even though the portions were smaller than last time I was there.
I would have preferred to have a starter split 3 ways followed by the main open sandwich. Yes, there is bread under the mountain of meat, its not gravy nor shadow its bread.
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Lunch with my cousins

Thursday last; I was having lunch with 2 of my cousins at The Plough in Cadsden, Cadsden Road, Princes Risborough. I saw Susan nearly 2 years ago and as for Sonja that’s at least 10 years ago.

We had a lovely lunch and it was nice to re-connect with them.
The weather wasn’t encouraging a walk in the forest.

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