scrumping royal berries
I've just had a truly hideous 70+ hours.. Everything has been traumatic or stressful apart from a wonderfully peaceful couple of hours yesterday before the concert that were enveloped in a magical, calm cocoon and we stole raspberries from Queen Victoria's vegetable garden....We were doing a concert on the Isle of Wight - another outdoors, patriotic, resource-wasting, dumbed down event - but it was at Queen Victoria's old haunt Osborne House. In the tea break we went on a mini adventure down to a beautiful little cottage (where she was allegedly naughty) that had a lovely garden with all sorts of fruit and veg and was patrolled only by lots of blackbirds and a very busy red squirrel. We had lovely food and inspirational conversation and on reflection was the nicest part of my weekend by far.
On my very late drive home after catching the ferry back to mainland England after the concert I was overtaken by a reckless driver who only a couple of miles later had lost control of his car, clipped the kerb, smashed into a lamppost and turned his car right over in the middle of the dual carriageway....I nearly smashed into his car but swerved in time to stop safely. When I got out of the car I realised he was still in his car having crashed only moments before I appeared. Amazingly though when I helped to prize the door open he managed to crawl out and was completely unscathed. A very very lucky man. I called the police and a fire engine to move his car and then waited with him until help came. Thus it was that I got home so much later than I had hoped....almost exactly 24 hours after I had woken that morning.
Then today, I was advised to take the baby bird to casualty urgently as she has developed a lump behind her right ear. We had a 3 hour wait in the humid afternoon - during which time I imagined all sorts of terrible things and realised again how painfully strongly I love her and feel a need to protect her. I can't describe how slowly time went and how fast my imagination moved but in the end it was all ok.....nothing more than perhaps a cyst and more likely a viral infection in her glands...but because she had fallen and banged her head last week it was better to be safe and cautious.
Then I had to drive the four hours home in holiday traffic. On top of these two big events there were many other small things that went wrong these last two days...I got caught in a torrential downpour and thunderstorm in nothing more than a t-shirt and skirt which was uncomfortable - especially as I then had to sit on a coach for 90 minutes dripping. My oil needed suddenly changing in my car when I was driving with a sleeping baby so I had to stop and wake her up and try to buy and replace oil with a grumpy, sleepy baby on my hip. I had to shout at drunken boys fighting loudly and lewdly outside our bedroom window at my mum's house in the early hours of the morning before they woke everyone up..including the off-colour baby bird. I may have got caught speeding (my own fault but I really wanted to get home before 3am)..and so on. Last night I got three hours sleep. I am beaten....everything is ok in the end but I have had enough stress for one weekend.
Tomorrow we will have been married for four years.
On my very late drive home after catching the ferry back to mainland England after the concert I was overtaken by a reckless driver who only a couple of miles later had lost control of his car, clipped the kerb, smashed into a lamppost and turned his car right over in the middle of the dual carriageway....I nearly smashed into his car but swerved in time to stop safely. When I got out of the car I realised he was still in his car having crashed only moments before I appeared. Amazingly though when I helped to prize the door open he managed to crawl out and was completely unscathed. A very very lucky man. I called the police and a fire engine to move his car and then waited with him until help came. Thus it was that I got home so much later than I had hoped....almost exactly 24 hours after I had woken that morning.
Then today, I was advised to take the baby bird to casualty urgently as she has developed a lump behind her right ear. We had a 3 hour wait in the humid afternoon - during which time I imagined all sorts of terrible things and realised again how painfully strongly I love her and feel a need to protect her. I can't describe how slowly time went and how fast my imagination moved but in the end it was all ok.....nothing more than perhaps a cyst and more likely a viral infection in her glands...but because she had fallen and banged her head last week it was better to be safe and cautious.
Then I had to drive the four hours home in holiday traffic. On top of these two big events there were many other small things that went wrong these last two days...I got caught in a torrential downpour and thunderstorm in nothing more than a t-shirt and skirt which was uncomfortable - especially as I then had to sit on a coach for 90 minutes dripping. My oil needed suddenly changing in my car when I was driving with a sleeping baby so I had to stop and wake her up and try to buy and replace oil with a grumpy, sleepy baby on my hip. I had to shout at drunken boys fighting loudly and lewdly outside our bedroom window at my mum's house in the early hours of the morning before they woke everyone up..including the off-colour baby bird. I may have got caught speeding (my own fault but I really wanted to get home before 3am)..and so on. Last night I got three hours sleep. I am beaten....everything is ok in the end but I have had enough stress for one weekend.
Tomorrow we will have been married for four years.
posted by raven at 9:37 pm
1 Comments:
That last sentence encompasses so much Raven... You have all those words on the awful, stressful, frightening short-term and finally that long-term safe, happy harbour that gives a secure base for surviving any daily storms. Well, maybe I'm over-romanticizing it, I don't know. I guess I'm so glad myself to have a strong relationship to come back to after the swirls and stresses of the past few weeks... returning to safe harbour.
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