The Archers

The Archers

We are more settled; inevitably as time goes by we find out respective feet. The place is like the Archers. I went to the Post Office and they were gossiping just like Susan. Though whether they have a Rob in the town I have yet to find out. Certainly hope not. But there are ‘bad’ people here, as everywhere. People who are dishonest and cause havoc. We have one in the near family who is causing untold trouble; such has been her way since the beginning, sadly.  We have yet to work this one out.

My first (early moring) selfie

Sunday at home

But otherwise all is good and we couldn’t be happier. Henry is very well looked after and, as do we all, appreciates his new life.

We are planning a trip. We shall all go to Italy by car, in September, for a couple of weeks. Henry is very keen.  His father was part owner of marble quarries in Carrara, and he spent all his holidays there.  His Italian is second nature, and his years as a travel guide will be used to advantage!  Though he can’t remember, can’t see, can’t walk, he is up for it!  The trip will be all about food and drink. Possibly a smattering of culture. Happily our family friend, Sandra, is coming too, so we will be 4 in the car. We can do just what we want. Finally she has retired and is available!  I am glad of that, very glad; I feel I need all the help I can get. H is very dependent, frail.

I met Sandra at the Royal College. She was the administrator for the Glass and Ceramics department. She lived very close to me In Southfields and I would see her scurrying to work and if we were both on the train we might smile a bit, but I was shy of her.  But we became very good friends and she has become close to both Stefan and Henry. When she was thinking about the proposition we didn’t balk at letting her know it was Henrys’ dearest and last wish she should come. No pressure, then.

 

Making borscht with OUR beetroot

Next week we will have son and family to stay next door. They have moved too, from Garmisch Partenkirchen to France, very close to Geneva where Laurie will be working. No more long commute for him, as he was doing while still holding his job in Germany. He can now concentrate as a freelance interpreter and cycle to work. So the whole family has relocated and is starting a new phase.    

 

View from our bedroom