On Saturday morning we packed our bags, put them in the car and went over to stay at the CF for the weekend. We drove to the flat and unpacked and then went to Ikea for breakfast and to buy a mirror for the bathroom. The breakfast was disappointing but we did manage to find a mirror. Phil fitted this up and did a few other little jobs and then we drove over to the Tawny Owl for a late lunch.
The Tawny Owl was having a Caribbean Fun Day to raise funds to buy equipment for the local school and by the time we arrived, the party was in full swing. It’s a shame there weren’t a few more of us because there was live music and the sun was shining. Unfortunately Phil wasn’t in the mood to party and plus he was driving, so we ate our meals and went straight back to the flat. Before leaving home, I was in the garage moving some chairs around (as-you-do) when I felt my back go. It’s been niggling me for months, ever since I fell on the ice and whatever I’ve done, its decided to show its rear ugly head. It’s my own fault really, I should have got some treatment much earlier, rather than ignore it and hope that it would go away on its own. I was really suffering on Saturday afternoon but Phil wanted to go for a walk around Caldecotte Lake. I wasn’t sure if my back would hold out but actually the movement eased the pain a tinsy bit.
I’d already walked the whole way around Caldecotte Lake and knew how long it took but Phil found a shortcut by the road and in the end, we only walked around half the lake. And what a beautiful walk it was and I was glad I’d made the effort. When we got back to the flat I read for a bit on the patio in my shorts and Phil watched some telly upstairs. He was suffering again and wanted to stay near the loo. With no Sky or BT Vision we were a bit limited for TV but we managed to find an old film. A nice, quiet, easy Saturday night for the Krause’s.
After working so hard, it was lovely to be able to take it easy and chill out for a change and Sunday was just the same. We had breakfast and afterwards we went to the gym for a Jacuzzi and then just before midday, Sue walked over from her flat and Phil went to pick up Steve & Jan. We’d invited them over for lunch at the Windmill pub on Caldecotte Lake but first the boys wanted to watch the Hungary Grand Prix. We cracked open a bottle of bubbly and whilst the boys watched the race, we girls sat on the patio, sunning ourselves. How lucky we were with the weather and the hours soon passed. Phil made 2 jugs of Sangria and whilst it went down well at the time, I’d quite forgotten how lethal his sangria was. Not surprising really when he puts in gin, vodka, cider, oodles of red wine oh and brandy. It was gone 3pm by the time we walked to the pub, not that I minded, I was rocking and rolling. Harriet turned up at the pub to get my front door key as she’d locked herself out. We had our meals then went back to the flat. A few more drinks, then time for everyone to head home.
A very nice day indeed and just what the doctor ordered, especially for Phil. It’s good to have the old Phil back albeit for a day and nice to see a smile back on his face for once. I slept like a log and amazingly so did Phil, he slept all the way through which was surprising seeing how much he ate and drunk. We enjoyed our mini-break away and are both really pleased with the way the flat has turned out. Yes, it would have been good to change the bathroom, replace the carpets and maybe done the loft conversion but it’s very good as it is and has a really good feel to the place which I think is probably due to the amount of light coming in. I think Harriet will be very happy living there, having her own private space away from the mad ‘rents’.
The only downside to a mini party was a massive hangover for the both of us. Work hard, play hard is my motto and we’ve certainly done our fair share of both over the years. We were both a little reluctant to move anywhere on Monday morning but shortly after 8, I cleared and cleaned the flat and Phil fitted the internal door in the bedroom. We packed up the car including the rubbish and the empties and were back in the Cul-de-sac well before midday. Which was just as well, because Monday is rubbish day and I had a lot of stuff to get rid of. As soon as we got home, Phil took himself to bed and I cooked chicken chilli-men dishes to put in the fridge.
Phil was scheduled to meet the agent at Cranfield to carry out the final inspection but at half one they called half an hour beforehand to cancel. This was fine by Phil, he took himself straight back to bed but I dug out the key and decided to drive over to Cranfield to see the flat for myself. Mad Betty/Emily was there to greet me and I couldn’t shake her off, she was with me in our flat for nearly an hour. The condition of the flat wasn’t as bad as she had, in numerous telephone calls over the last few months, led me to believe. There was more than a fair amount of wear and tear and the flat in my eyes was terribly dirty but I should be able to bring it round with a good thorough clean and touch up of paint hopefully rather than a complete redecoration.
Jim volunteered to go with Phil for his zapping yesterday which was most welcome because after getting back from Cranfield, I was done in and just wanted to jump in the shower and get my gimmy jammies on, which was just what I did. An early night was had by all. Today we are meeting the agent at Cranfield for the rescheduled final check-out appointment. Trouble is, I am not sure whether to go with or let Phil him go by himself. Adrian, mad Betts husband has the day off from work on Tuesday and I although I feel much better than yesterday, I am not sure I can cope with Bett, Adrian and their kid as well. I really need to go and get paints and tools and dust sheets from the CF; and also Rachel is coming round at 1.15pm to cut my hair and I need to get an urgent appointment to see a chiropractor. My back is really painful, it went again when I was putting stuff in the car to bring home and even though on Sunday I thought it was getting a little better. It’s not; if anything, it’s getting worse. The good thing is where I found a lump near my armpit, I was going to phone the doc but when I got in the shower, I noticed in the mirror that I have a massive bruise where my lump is. Obviously I have bumped into something although I don’t recall doing so.
Not sure of plans for the rest of the week. Steve B maybe up for going to the hospital with Phil tomorrow and I wanted them to pop into take a look at static homes at Billing before zapping. I need to email Steve to confirm that this is okay. Whilst I am excited about having sold, I need to find somewhere to live and soon. We have viewings booked to look at bungalows for Phil’s mum and dad on Wednesday morning and if Steve is a okay for NG then I will take myself tomorrow afternoon to sort out the Cranfield flat. It’s got to be done and the sooner the better.
After today Phil will have just 6 zapping’s left; I can’t wait for it all to be over and I am certain, neither can he. It will be nice to get our lives back again without 2 hours+ going to and fro from Northampton every day, not to mention the pain and discomfort that the treatment causes Phil. I know it’s not over yet, but nearly, and the boy has done well to do the work in the flat and work quite tirelessly (albeit grumpily) whilst going through treatment especially when you consider that one of the side effects is tiredness.
So all in all a good weekend with bubbles, sangria, fine wines, not to mention, great friends and sunshine. Life is good and I must not complain, I feel that I’m doing a lot of that these days, a girl with a glass that thinks hers is half empty rather than half full. And that’s certainly not the case. Think positive Clairabella; think positive and good things are sure to happen.
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