The last twenty thousand of a 65,000 print run for Carla Denyer in Bristol is now done!
I’m rewarding myself with a glass of horchata de chufa on the patio. Not as warm here as yesterday, but the tigernuts for horchata have to be soaked overnight, and having done so I thought I’d better actually make the stuff!
My sweet peas are running late this year. Planted indoors, then planted out at the usual times, but they’re very backward. However, a climbing vetch has colonised one group of sweet peas, which is rather charming. It’s exactly the right colours to tone in when pea flowers eventually happen – as usual, I’m growing “Cupani”, which is the original sweet pea dating from around 1700.
I posted this to Facebook last night:
RIP Chelsea.
This photo, taken ten years ago, is a pleasant memory.
Taxi to the station booked for 0630h on Monday morning (ugh!). Our annual boating holiday on the Norfolk Broads, and I’m more than ready for it. Local elections (I failed to be elected by 37 votes) followed by General Election (I’m printing 63,000 items for one of our target candidates) has left me pretty much in shreds.
I’ll largely be doing a “digital detox” (partly because WiFi is intermittent and charging phone/iPad is difficult, admittedly).
The first home-grown courgette of the year, to be lightly sautéed in olive oil and a touch of garlic.
I’ve agreed to print and fold 63,000 A5 double-sided “blue letters” for Carla Denyer in Bristol. She’s our best hope for a / an additional Green MP, so I’m pleased to help. 7,000 were done at the start of last weeks, and an additional 2,000 were collected on Friday. Slightly different artwork for the batch I’ve just finished – below is what 20,000 blue letters looks like! Only 34,000 to go. Still massive problems with te folding machine – it only does about 1-2,000 folds before giving up and needing the temporary fix of a wire through where the defective roller pin should go replaced.
Also, sadly, Mum was unresponsive when Sharon tried to wake her on Saturday, and was taken to JR. An MRI revealed a bleed on the brain – a stroke, in short. On Sunday she was apparently unresponsive while being washed, but – to the surprise of the medical team – came to when she heard Jane’s voice talking to the nurses. She’s apparently eating and drinking OK, and can speak in short sentences, very slowly. Per her advance directions, no major intervention is to take place: she’s on supportive care only. I’m going over tomorrow- rather earlier than usual, as I hope to be there when the doctor does their rounds.
I’m still very shaky on the least exertion. Feels like a massive adrenaline buzz, or like far too much caffeine. Blood test on Wednesday morning (12th).
Vet-at-Home visit today. It’s possible that her kidneys are failing, and she certainly has bad arthritis, so a relieving injection that lasts for a month has been given (can be repeated if necessary). I have a supply of oral painkiller if she seems to be in severe distress. She’s nearly 17, so it’s basically old-age stuff – I sympathise!
Cost about £180, which I was happy to pay. Chelsea really isn’t up to a cat-basket trip to the surgery even at her best (and I’m not sure that I am, either). Chelsea got an extra lunch for being cooperative!
