I am in the process of seeing if I can take the boys well the young two on holiday in August to Cornwall, I have a good friend who has a farm on the banks of the tamar and hope they have the room for us to stay with them.
We have been down before when Zak was six and Adam 10 and they loved it, playing on hay bales although it was dangerous and driving phils car around one of his fields in turn with me sitting in the back.
Phil is like a brother really he is an only child too and we met when we worked together when I was 19 and he 17.
He is now with another friend Wendy and she moved down in April after through me they were reacquainted, we all worked together in another home in the 80's in fact when I was expecting Joe Wendy gave me her old clothes, she had three girls.....they had told me on the scan that he was a girl!! So for a brief period he was resplendent in pink baby gros!
The trip landing has reminded me of good times, as a child visiting wools Combe in north Devon every year, building sand castles on the beach with dad and body surfing before the beach was filled with surfers dragging their boards behind them. Rolling down the dunes that circle the cove. Visiting lee and horse riding, the year that they let me gallop out on my own along the cliff. Looking in rock pools for crabs and sticklebacks. The excitement of going to visit my friend Jayne who had moved to Plymouth after we both moved from aldershot. It did really always seem to be sunny, so hot that on the beach we would get four rocket lollies one for me mum and dad and one for the dog a liver and white cocker spaniel called pal, on the long journey from Norfolk to Devon she would be my pillow in the days before seat belts, I would and my radio in the back too and remember listening to dont go breaking my heart as we trundled along in dads old rover 80. We knew we were near when the roads started to narrow to the point that one of the cars would have to reverse into a passing lane to let the other through.on the way down we would visit wookey hole at cheddar gorge, but never visited stone henge which I would hopefully visit on the way down with the boys if I take the A303.
So we will see Devon just means happy sunny times to me and I would love to go back again, here's hoping Wendy and phil ok the trip!
Thursday 18 July 2013
Wednesday 10 July 2013
Nearly there
I haven't popped anything on here for a while I have been busy feeling crap....my body is letting me down for about a month I have had griping pains, determined it is due to constipation which I have never really suffered from before, having a colostomy bag men's that I have no input into pushing range along and have to rely on medicinal means. The colicky pain continued on and off whilst I was at Glastonbury and in the end on the night the stones played their historic gig at the pyramid stage I was round the corner in my tent listening to them on the radio.
This I have to say was also due to Zak being caught by the child catchers once again, he seems to make this a habit and I thought we had finally finished with them now he knows where he is going at Glastonbury. It turns out that during dizzee rascal he got pulled out by security and once they had him they wouldn't let him go till I got him.
I had arranged to meet him for chic at the west holts and earlier that day had gone there with him so he knew where it was. I waited for him during which chic played and me and my friend danced and danced to the point where a woman came up and said thanks for making her night!! The gig was brilliant and topped off at the end when Noel Gallagher walked past, two woman who should know better became very exited at seeing him and I shouted hello to which he turned and looked and said hi!!
But still no zak, so I headed back to the tent which was right on the other side miles away. I headed to the loos before going back to the tent hoping Zak would be there but never got there as whilst in the loo the phone rang.
Hello it is the police here we have Zak!!! Please can you make your way to worthy farm to collect him. It was now around 1.30 am and the thought of having to go on another march I found completely impossible, was there no way to meet them somewhere? Apparently not, so I got my head around the fact that I wasnt going to head to my bed and made my way to worthy farm situated above the pyramid stage.
As I walked along a young lad started walking with me, he told me I would have to help him find his tent! He had decided to remove his contact lenses and couldn't see a thing....we walked about five minutes and suddenly he said here I am bye! Just as I was wondering how much help he thought he needed.
After that I stopped at a security shelter, they are dotted all around the camp sites and asked if I was going the right way? The guy I spoke to told me he would walk with me and show me, his name was tim. We started to chat and in the end I explained that I hadn't been well and that this walk was becoming difficult. I said I had cancer as I truely was finding the going difficult somehow you don't want them to think that you are a wuss. We stopped at a bench and I had a sit, during which it transpired that he was arranging to go and get Zak himself instead of me having zero walk. I have to say I was soooo relieved and waited chatting to another nice security woman until he appeared with Zak and a social worker.
They walked back with us and Zak led the way clearly knowing his way around, she said it was clear that Zak was sensible and that everything was fine. Zak was very annoyed at having missed chic, he thought they would let him go once he was out of the crowd.
So we ended up back at the tent around 3.30am I spent the following day in camp during which I had a very scary moment. Everyone had left and I was changing my bag in the tent, it was only when I had removed one and was abut to put another on that I realised that it hadn't been precut!! Everyone's stoma is a different shape and the company usually cuts a hole in the bag so that the stoma fits in perfectly, I was faced with a small hole s that needed to be larger. I started trying to pick at it bit by bit when suddenly Brendan's friend Peter appeared...did he have scissors? Yes he did on a Swiss Army knife!!!! Catastrophy averted I sat and cut holes in all the bags I had, had he not turned up I would have been in quite a pickle!
Zak and I went to see roderiguez ....sugarman in the afternoon which we both enjoyed then headed back to the tent. By then I was knackered my stomach was playing up again and the thought Of heading out to the pyramid stage, simply felt impossible. Zak headed off and so there I was in the tent listening to the stones live on radio two.....I was nearly there!
Since coming home my stomach has still been bad so in the end I downed a couple of sachets of movicol which seemed to do the trick. Sod's law once that was sorted my back started to hurt badly, real throbbing pain, paracetamol and co coda mol just took the edge off it but today I had ibuprofen and miraculously the pain is almost gone, I hope that this means it is a flare up of my old muscular pain rather than anything more sinister.
I am hoping that
This I have to say was also due to Zak being caught by the child catchers once again, he seems to make this a habit and I thought we had finally finished with them now he knows where he is going at Glastonbury. It turns out that during dizzee rascal he got pulled out by security and once they had him they wouldn't let him go till I got him.
I had arranged to meet him for chic at the west holts and earlier that day had gone there with him so he knew where it was. I waited for him during which chic played and me and my friend danced and danced to the point where a woman came up and said thanks for making her night!! The gig was brilliant and topped off at the end when Noel Gallagher walked past, two woman who should know better became very exited at seeing him and I shouted hello to which he turned and looked and said hi!!
But still no zak, so I headed back to the tent which was right on the other side miles away. I headed to the loos before going back to the tent hoping Zak would be there but never got there as whilst in the loo the phone rang.
Hello it is the police here we have Zak!!! Please can you make your way to worthy farm to collect him. It was now around 1.30 am and the thought of having to go on another march I found completely impossible, was there no way to meet them somewhere? Apparently not, so I got my head around the fact that I wasnt going to head to my bed and made my way to worthy farm situated above the pyramid stage.
As I walked along a young lad started walking with me, he told me I would have to help him find his tent! He had decided to remove his contact lenses and couldn't see a thing....we walked about five minutes and suddenly he said here I am bye! Just as I was wondering how much help he thought he needed.
After that I stopped at a security shelter, they are dotted all around the camp sites and asked if I was going the right way? The guy I spoke to told me he would walk with me and show me, his name was tim. We started to chat and in the end I explained that I hadn't been well and that this walk was becoming difficult. I said I had cancer as I truely was finding the going difficult somehow you don't want them to think that you are a wuss. We stopped at a bench and I had a sit, during which it transpired that he was arranging to go and get Zak himself instead of me having zero walk. I have to say I was soooo relieved and waited chatting to another nice security woman until he appeared with Zak and a social worker.
They walked back with us and Zak led the way clearly knowing his way around, she said it was clear that Zak was sensible and that everything was fine. Zak was very annoyed at having missed chic, he thought they would let him go once he was out of the crowd.
So we ended up back at the tent around 3.30am I spent the following day in camp during which I had a very scary moment. Everyone had left and I was changing my bag in the tent, it was only when I had removed one and was abut to put another on that I realised that it hadn't been precut!! Everyone's stoma is a different shape and the company usually cuts a hole in the bag so that the stoma fits in perfectly, I was faced with a small hole s that needed to be larger. I started trying to pick at it bit by bit when suddenly Brendan's friend Peter appeared...did he have scissors? Yes he did on a Swiss Army knife!!!! Catastrophy averted I sat and cut holes in all the bags I had, had he not turned up I would have been in quite a pickle!
Zak and I went to see roderiguez ....sugarman in the afternoon which we both enjoyed then headed back to the tent. By then I was knackered my stomach was playing up again and the thought Of heading out to the pyramid stage, simply felt impossible. Zak headed off and so there I was in the tent listening to the stones live on radio two.....I was nearly there!
Since coming home my stomach has still been bad so in the end I downed a couple of sachets of movicol which seemed to do the trick. Sod's law once that was sorted my back started to hurt badly, real throbbing pain, paracetamol and co coda mol just took the edge off it but today I had ibuprofen and miraculously the pain is almost gone, I hope that this means it is a flare up of my old muscular pain rather than anything more sinister.
I am hoping that
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