At last, after a few days when I was beginning to feel as though I had the luck of Job, I am feeling well again! Hooray!
Today is my husband's birthday - but I have failed, for the first time ever in my partner duties and did not manage to bake a birthday cake,; buy a selection of interesting (but usually whimsical gifts) or to take us out for a meal, picnic or 'event'. Right up to last night I was feeling fragile although, fortunately the dizziness and nausea had subsided! I had felt about as much like touring the retail outlets of Inverness or Aberdeen in the last week or so as I have doing a triple, back flip somersault. At my size that really would be a sight to behold. Ironies of ironies, despite the lack of gifts and ostentatious displays of worth and affection, we have had a really delightful day. It sounds unpromising - cleaning our bedroom and sorting out the study - but it was brilliant. For once, we did it together and I wasn't busy working on the computer. We had fun; we admired each others work; chatted; stopped and had a longer discussion about "Longford" that gripped us last night on C4. I can't explain why it worked, but I suspect it was the lack of pressure and the sense that we were able to be present with and for each other. It was celebratory and gentle. Unusual and yet mundane - but it worked.
I have managed to get my partner one present - and as he was born at 23:23 on 23rd May - I intend to give him the gift then!
That's if we're still awake!
Fascinating day today also because I have located another possible property to look at for a community base. It is on Orkney.
Yes ... Orkney!!!
I had a vision years ago of the place I needed to be had arched gateways in a rough stone wall and with a very particular type of knobbled tree wood in the grounds. I caught my breath and tingled when I saw the wood in the grounds of this property - it was knotted and gnarled - apparently sycamore. I felt I had been there before.
There are moments when I feel I live in a Susan Howatch novel...