Of Spring Days, Aunt, Mortality, Flowers and Rhubarb

I wanted to upload a little video of MasterB to YouTube, but i-Movie and YouTube aren’t talking, so after a lot of time and effort resulting in total failure, I have given up.

I could feel quite cast down, but the weather is too nice for that. It is so very definitely spring. Yesterday I was on the river and there was even the promise of summer in the air. I was on one of the City Cruise boats and had the lower, inside deck almost to my self. I did go aloft for a moment or two. It was packed.

Shard and Thames

Shard and Thames

Aunt turned 92 today. I am going to spend a few days with her later in the week. This is likely to be her last birthday. She has decided against having a stent put in, so as her oesophagus narrows she will be unable to swallow. We have been in a flurry, making sure the specaist nurse knows of her decision and that the palliative care nurse are aware and ready to spring into action when she needs them so that she doesn’t get whisked away to hospital. Continue reading


Nine Lives

Cat’s medical problems this week have brought me up close and personal with the possibility of his death sooner rather than later.

But hey, let’s look on the bright side; cats have nine lives, right? So depending on how many he’s used up, there could still be quite a lot of life left.

So, time for a bit of accounting.

I’m going to bracket all the sitting in the middle of the street as a car comes towards him as one.

I don’t think any of his fights were life threatening, though he was playing fast and loose with his looks.

Then was the time he fell off the boat, that’s obviously a second.

He’s stood up to foxes, but I’ve not seen any of them go for him.

I’ve had lilies in the flat and they are poisonous, but fortunately he’s not succumbed.

Once he jumped from the window onto the roof, had a lovely time exploring and gazing down at my worried face, and then couldn’t get back in. I rescued him with an improvised bridge made from an old bookshelf. So I don’t think that counts. He wanted to do it again the next night, and I have to make sure that particular window is never very wide open.

He got stuck behind my mother’s washing machine once, but rescuing him only damaged his dignity.

There’s only one other life threatening occasion I can think of, and that’s the time he fell out of the window. This is what happened. Continue reading