Monday 29 April 2013

Gale force

Sunny and very windy. The forecast says more of the same which does not bode well for cruising. In high winds a 62 footer tends to have a mind of her own (typical woman?). We may introduce the cats to TARDIS Two sometime this week but stay in the comfort of the marina, delaying our sailaway yet again. You wait all this time for her to be financed and built, only for nature to intervene at the last moment. Very frustrating. The 2 hour trip home from Chester took 3 hours due to a major accident in one of Stoke's underpasses, resulting in hundreds of lorries and cars being diverted onto small roads (with lots of roundabouts) in foul weather. Great fun. I noted the Travelodge in Chester is modelled on the Hilton in Park Lane, London and the transport cafe on the A500 The Ritz. Jeans not permitted and ties compulsory. Shear exhaustion ensured a good night's sleep and extended lay-in. It's easy to forget how tiring two young children can be, especially when you get to our great age. The weekend raised the question of my fitness to control a narrow boat (and avoid falling into the canal) once again. The fits/dizzy spells/vacant moments increased in number and intensity, in some instances requiring assistance from family and/or furniture to stay upright. Lynne is in attack mode and already attempting to get someone in the medical profession to listen and take positive action, or any action for that matter. I know we are in a litigation society but that does not preclude taking action to improve/save lives, surely? We are also attempting to change hospitals in the hope neurologists in Leicestershire are more caring and competent than southerners. Having become asset rich and extremely cash poor we have more than enough to keep our minds active and functioning without the need to pursue a decent service from the NHS.......................UPDATE: Lynne's attack mode has got results within 2 hours. I now have an appointment pending with the top neurological guy in the NHS in this region and an actual private appointment with the same guy on Thursday. Eat your heart out David Cameron. We're all in it together, even if it means selling the boat and getting one of those old-fogey electric scooters instead.

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