Monday
Shelley is now back at university. Louise ensconced in married bliss and working full time at Clifton hall (she is not sure how she ended up working full time, that wasn't on the plan?!) but hey ho.
Melissa has decided to fly off to New Zealand to visit an old chum for six weeks. The house will be very quiet, only me, Pheobe (the "dog") and the darned mouse.
I hate this time of year, Colin too. It was dark, cold and the nights were long and days with no rest from animals. In fact, more work as they horses were stabled at night, so work was doubled. But still Colin would not complain. I helped. Horses were brought in and started to be walked out in preparation to bring them up to Polo fitness. How many time did I see Colin ride and lead one, with the dogs dancing between their legs. Taking a chance when they danced under Pimms' feet. And off they would go off up the field, round the track and home.
Once polo fitness was reached they would all dance down he track knowing that Chukkas and warm weather could not be far away!
But this year it is different. Stables stand empty, kennels are bare too. No bridles in pieces on the sitting room floor, awaiting oil. No packages arriving and no chink on the Polo Time landing in the mat.
How many times did I e-mail Shirley. "These damn horses, Colin in south Africa, Egypt or some far flung country. I wish I didn't have these dogs to walk...." (sometimes at 330 in the morning, poor dogs) "I wish these ponies were somewhere else."
Oh how I whined. But as they say, be careful what you wish for, it might just come true.
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Tuesday
The new social scene of the day room takes us out of our bubble. I thought working in the airlines for around 30 years made me "street wise"
But obviously not. Colin's ward mates are now beginning to educate me in the finer points of personal care.
Look away now .....
I had no idea of the back, crack and sac. Favoured by male spinal patients. What is wrong with short back and sides?
The ward mate of Colin's whose career choice was to say less than reputable, was disgruntled with a, hmmm, client, offered him a free massage. Applying lotion and upon finishing her extras showed him to the shower, leaving the tube of immac on the side table.
The ward is filled with characters and everyone comes with their own stories. Those who survives three drive by shootings, to finally be left with three bullets lodged in his body and unable to walk. Those who have been "jumpers" that misjudged the height required.
Oh yes, my bubble had been burst. Maybe I was not as street wise as I once thought.
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