I was once again delighted to see Sally’s pretty smiling face and be cosseted off to her car. Parked as usual right outside the door.
She had been doing some research for me and one of her friends had some good information they wanted to share, and as I was still set on flying back the next morning it was tonight or not at all. So off we went to visit them.
And what a lovely couple they are, and so welcoming. Danni had a cancer scare herself recently and had done lots of research on alternative diets and remedies and, like me was refusing conventional treatment. It was lovely to chat with them both and the time flew, but of course the long time hanging around in the hospital feeling cold and cross had worn me down quite a bit, and all of a sudden I really felt that I needed something to eat, as by now it was well gone ten in the evening and my lunchtime steamed vegetables seemed a long way away.
So in the normal whirlwind Sally and I scooted off to a local Indian restaurant who were still serving to order a takeaway. When I heard it would be ready in about half an hour I really thought I was likely to pass out, and we decided to eat in so at least I could have some popadoms and a lager, hardly ideal for my diet, but needs must.
By the time we had eaten and got back to the caravan it was about midnight, and my flight from East Midlands airport was at about 8.30 am meaning the latest we could possibly start was 6.30 am. In the circumstances I knew the whole idea was a non-starter and asked Sally if it was okay for me to stay on, and gratifyingly she was delighted.
Next day I did little but sleep and intermittently get up to have something to eat, but the rest was doing me good. The next days were spent similarly but at last some of the colour seemed to be coming back to my cheeks, and I was not the drained, and ghastly white I had been.
We were coming up to the Bank Holiday Weekend, when Sally opens the farm to the public, and I have often helped, and though everyone said just come along and sit there I knew even that would put a strain on the slim recovery I was making, and in fact it was rather nice to have the place to myself. I even organised a lady to come and give me reflexology treatment and I have to say it really helped.
As I got better I looked for flights home, but around the Bank Holiday all the flights are really expensive. So the first cheap flight was on my birthday, and as I didn’t feel like flying that day I chose the day after, which was, in fact an even better price.
Sally, bless her was a bit upset, as not knowing I would have been here on my birthday weekend had previously booked a weekend at Butlin’s with her boyfriend and his two charming children. They were even to have lessons with the dance team Diversity, so, of course she couldn’t be around for my birthday.
But I was fine with that, and I arranged with my two brothers that we should all have lunch together which was a lovely treat for me. And then I would go back with Mike and spend the night at his house so it would give me a chance to catch up with my niece and nephew who are currently embroiled in the interminable exams which seem to beset youngsters these days. And also see my lovely sister-in-law. So as far as I could see it was a win, win situation.
But Sally had other ideas.