Our holiday is over for this year. Well, to be truthful , it's all holiday for me at the moment, but it was good for Dave to get away from the cementing and gardening and the daily grind of work. We stretched it out to 10 days, as we found we had made a mistake with the date and had booked the caravan site until today, Sunday.
This has been the most laid-back holiday we have ever had. Joe and Sally were exhausted and just longing to laze around and read, and that suited us well because it wasn't my best week in the chemo cycle. They thought I did very well, and my lack of motivation and energy was not evident. A bit strange really, b ecause my perception is that it has always been me who looked up the places of interest, nice places to eat or walk,local events that can be fun to join. I did cut out a double spread from the EDP but no-one was terribly enthusiastic, which let me off the hook.
We enjoyed shopping locally for food for our BBQs, fondue and snacks, had a take-out curry, and a sea-food platter at Wells. We actaully went there intending to have fish and chips on the quay, but even after walking George along the river-path we were not hungry enough to justify it, so stopped at the Fleece for a sandwich, promising ourselves fish and chips at tea-time from Holt. It really wasn't in the plan that the courtyard of the Fleece contains the Wells crab-house! It made Dave's day to see they serve a sea-food platter which includes lobster. Sally stuck to her guns and had a cheese sandwich, which was billed as a door-step and was. The fish and chips just didn't happen - that evening we snacked at the site on crisps and olives, sausage rolls and quiche. Not nutritionally our best day!
Joe and Sally made good use of a funny little caravan spares shop in Wells to replace a couple of broken bits on their motor-home, so they were well satisfied. Unfortunately George had a neurotic week, starting panting and trying to burrow his way to safety every evening. He has always been OK in the MOtorhome previously, and we were unable to work out his problem. After a couple of nights when he re-arranged the van and panted so loud that Joe and Sally couldn't watch their favourite programme, they took him to the vet and splashed out £25 on a pheromone collar. They were warned it would take a couple of days to show any effect, but even at the end of the week he was the same. There were some gun-like noises - possibly clay-pigeon shooting, possibly bird-scarers - but it seems odd he has never done it before. If it is the pattern of the future it would put a stop to Joe and Sally's caravanning, as they chose this method of holidaying specifically so they could take George with them.
My tingling hasn't been very evident since last weekend, perhaps because it has been warm. Getting my 'functions' sorted has been this cycle's problem; all a bit depressing, but hopefully I can regulate my diet better at home, and sit on my own loo!
Just a week until Mary-Ann and Dom come with the children. I am hoping to cope better with my next cycle, so we can all make the most of the time together. I don't want the boys to remember Grandma as tired and lack-lustre. I hope they'll be comfortable about going off together as a family on my worst days. We have bought tickets for the End of the Pier Show for Mary-ann and Dom. I know it's not something they would spend money on, but we hope they will be abe to enjoy sitting back and being entertained and laughing a lot, as we have done when we went.
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