As a Trustee of the Primrose Foundation I felt I should become more involved in supporting fundraising activities. Where there are events the Trustees are send a group email to see if they are able to support and promote the charity. One such event was to attend an Am-Dram theatre performance near Liskeard. I’m still unable to drive , being less than 7 weeks post-op, so a lift was arranged and I looked forward to an outing where I’d be able to talk about the foundation.
I was picked up and we made our way to collect another colleague, who lives in a beautiful house over looking rural Devon and Cornwall. We decanted the Primrose “merch” from one car to another and set off for Upton Cross.
Two miles away from out destination and we ground to a halt as a “Police Road Closed” sign stralled the country lane. We got out and examined beyond the sign… down the hill, no sign of an accident, no fallen trees… what was going on? Had the sign been left and forgotten? A few cars had backed up behind us and there was concern that we’d broken down. An extraordinary looking large man on a very small motorbike drove past, stopped and backed up… he asked “where are you going?” Upton Cross……
“ahh no darlin, no joy you getting there because the Police have closed the road, them Bomb Squad is there too… theys found an old UXB”.
We relayed this information along the line of cars, which all turned around and headed back, which we did too. I got home in time to watch the last episode of Poldark.
Captain Poldark, Demelza, George Warleggan… 50 million episodes all with roughly the same story – Cornish scenery, blowing up of “Frenchies, smuggling brandy, romance, bonnets and breeches…no one does a period Drama like the BBC (except for the odd drama in real life).
I have been fortunate enough to have had three children (not called: Ross, Demelza or George). Any parent will tell you there are dramas as children grow up. None of ours have been as predictable as Poldark as we don’t have a tin mine or as visceral as Eastenders but at the time they can be hard enough. Recently, one of our three thas been going through a tough time, not knowing which fork in the path to take and been a bit lost. This seems worse when the other two appear to be well settled, in good jobs and relationships. However, all is not lost and with some tough love and the help of good friends this young person is getting back on track. Exercise, diet and changing the way of thinking with a more positive outlook is starting to have a good effect.”
My generation is sometimes referred to as the “sandwich” generation – worries about children and worries about parents. My mum is scheduled to have a new hip at the end of September. When I went with her for the consultation it was apparent just how much pain she’d been in and just how stoic she’d been. Worries about my dad’s declining health means she had put herself well down the “round to it” list. This is now rectified. When her good leg was being manipulated by the orthopedic surgeon she told him she could do the Can Can with it, when he tried to manipulate the dodgy one she almost hit the ceiling as it was so painful. All the hydrotherapy sessions she had dutifully attended had had no impact and it is a new hip which is required. This means 4 days in hospital and 6 weeks rehabilitation. So now the worry is how to help in the most effective way.