Hello lobstars, I'm still here, but an infrequent poster. I haven't been out much and have had very little to say.
However, last weekend DH planned to go to a fete where there was an open invitation and free entry for those with unusual or rare vehicles. I decided not to go but the sun shone and I changed my mind, packed our tiny camping chairs and table and a few sandwiches and drink. Our 'Old Girl', now 90 years old is very small and we (by that I mean DH) are a tight fit! I thoroughly enjoyed myself - we joined our friends - the owners of 4 other similar, ancient vehicles (plus some other friends in assorted means of transport) in the shade of the trees and, socially distanced, chatted non-stop. I also fielded questions about the cars from interested passers-by and finally succumbed to an ice cream. The others went round the stalls and had cream teas but it was very busy and I stayed with the cars. The 'Old Girl' behaved well and got us there and back home without a problem.
I also have been trying out a new treatment in hospital. I am being trained to use a new technique so that, instead of having to inject myself daily, I treat myself at home just every 4 weeks. It means that I can go away for up to 4 weeks at a time without taking a suitcase of medical equipment with me! However, I'm finding the whole process exhausting, I have to build up to being able to cope with the larger 4 week dose. The hospital is an hours drive away, I have to get up early, and I just don't seem to be able to cope mentally with such a radical change in my life after 14 months of lockdown. I just hope the old 'me' resurfaces soon because I don't much like the new 'me'.
Having read about plans for cruises, perhaps I could go away on one as well, as long as it was less than for 4 weeks. I'd just have to convince DH that he wants to go too!
I miss our family a great deal. Our Northern Branch have suggested visiting us for a week during August. I have said I would love it if they came. However, a little voice in my head keeps asking if I can cope - as I say, the old 'me' wouldn't think twice. It's not as if I have any physical problems, I'm still quite strong and mobile, I just seem to get disproportionately tired. I think the answer will be to plan everything very carefully.
I keep thinking of Panache and how she must be feeling. I also hope her friends are there to help her. It is so good that this group is here for support. I read the comforting and wise comments on here when one of us posts of sadness and worries and learn from them too.