Monday, 10 October 2016

Monday.

On Saturday I cracked my ankle on the corner of the dishwasher and made a tiny mark which bled a little.  I mopped up the blood and thought nothing of it until evening when I found it had leaked some sort of colourless fluid into my slipper.   Now this did worry me as I know that legs and injuries at my age don't go together without causing alarm.   

The tiny wound leaked all night and all day yesterday.   In an effort to dry the place I went around all day with my trouser leg rolled above it.   But still it leaked and when I got up to the bathroom in the middle of the night it was still leaking, so I resolved to pop into our medical centre this morning to see Sister.   But joy of joys, when I got up this morning it had stopped.

So I have had a really productive day.   Lots of little jobs done for my visitors coming at the end of next week.   Three loads of washing and ironing done, lunch cooked (and eaten).

During all this the farmer has been to a farm a couple of miles away to hire a giant 'muck spreader'  from a friendly farmer we know and is now up and down the drive taking said muck to all the fields to spread now that all the grass has been eaten off.   Then it has all winter to be washed in and do the grass some good.

After this blog I intend to print off the cover for the quiz sheets I compile to sell for our local Nature Reserve.   I had got in quite a mess with my printer but thank goodness yesterday my son popped round and sorted it out for me.  (took him less than five minutes, whereas I had been trying for several hours).

My son's friend, S, has been staying over the week-end.   He lives alone and devised what I think is a super holiday for himself.   He is a keen cyclist.   He lives on the South coast and planned a week cycling around twenty miles a day then catching the train to some place where he had friends (or one of his daughters), staying the night and the doing the same the next day.

On Friday he caught the train to Garsdale (on the Carlisle to Settle line and the nearest it comes to here), got off there, misread the map and cycled to Dent - in the completely wrong direction.   He then had to return the way he had come and then continued through Wensleydale towards here.   He decided to make a detour (I told you he was keen)
by going over the Tour de Yorkshire route up the Buttertubs into Swaledale and coming here that way.   Half way up the very steep incline to the Buttertubs his chain broke.  He pushed his bike to the summit, freewheeled down to the bottom and the village of Muker, from where he rang my son, who collected him and his bike from there.  He then had the chain mended on Saturday and left Sunday morning.   My son took him to the top of the hill  going South, from where he cycled to Otley for lunch with more friends before catching the train back home to the South.   Quite an adventure.   What it is to be young(ish)

16 comments:

donna baker said...

Yes, oh to be young again. I'd need to be on the back end of a bicycle built for two. Hope your ankle isn't too sore today.

Barbara Womack said...

I hope your ankle heals quickly!
It sounds like your son's friend had quite a cycling adventure. Pretty sure I wouldn't have survived to tell the tale.

Librarian said...

Goodness! Not even when I was half the age I am now would I have undertanken anything like that - and consider it a super holiday!

Glad to know your leg injury has stopped leaking. Doing three loads of washing and ironing in one single day is impressive! I have not more than two loads a week, what with me living on my own. But I did put all my winter coats and jackets through the washing yesterday, and not a day too soon: It was 4 Celsius this morning when I got up, and I really was glad to have a freshly washed padded coat to wear when I went out.

Derek Faulkner said...

I do wonder if you should still get a medical opinion on what the leakage was, if it wasn't blood what else might it be?
I imagine many of us can look back to when we were younger and think, gawd, how the heck did I manage to do all that and all credit to the guy for achieving what he did.

angryparsnip said...

What a wonderful holiday.
It sounds like so much fun and was able to do it with some nice (?) weather.
I worry about the ankle and leakage ? I hope it heals and will not bother you this winter.

cheers, parsnip

Elizabeth said...

Yup! Great to have a lot of energy!

Heather said...

Glad your ankle is OK and I hope it will behave itself from now on. There is a name for the fluid which leaked but I can't remember it. Something similar happened to me when my daughter's dog scratched my leg.
Your son's friend has plenty of energy - a commodity of which I am very envious. Cycling must be a wonderful way of seeing the countryside.
I shall be doing my muck spreading tomorrow, but only putting manure round all the roses. No giant spreaders needed here - only me.

Joanne Noragon said...

My grandson could just as easily been that young, enthusiastic cyclist. Good for him.

Simon Douglas Thompson said...

Cor blimey that's energetic stuff!

Sue said...

I like the sound of that cycling holiday (although not the hills!). Never thought of hopping on a train with a bike and touring.

coffeeontheporchwithme said...

He must see so much more, travelling around on a bicycle. Not my idea of a vacation, but each to his own. I'm glad you healed up nicely. Bodies are funny things. -Jenn

Frances said...

Wowee kazowee, that cycling friend of your son has got energy that inspires.

Meanwhile, indoors at your place, as you seem to be right back in action preparing for your guests, I do hope you can at least give your local doctor's office a call to mention your painful encounter with the appliance, so that your office records might be updated. You never know when a detail might be important. (I read many detective stories.)

xo

thelma said...

Hope the ankle is getting better, might not be a bad idea to check with your doctor. Cyclists are very common round here ;) they whizz past as Lucy and I walk, I find them scary when out in the car and you have to pass - so vunerable.

Rachel said...

Oozing is natural healing. Greetings from Moscow.

Gwil W said...

I recently met a cyclist pedaling his way from Bern to Lublijana and beyond . . .
they are a race unto themselves.

The Weaver of Grass said...

I shall pass on your comments on the cycling holiday - he will be suitably impressed I hope. Thanks for your worries about the ankle. Pleased to report that all is OK - I think Rachel is probably right about what it was.