17th May
Well it will be quite a while before I venture on a trampoline, but I am well on my way to recovery. I can honestly say that my stay in the North Hants hospital was excellent, the nursing staff were wonderful and the food was far better than I had imagined. Even Spencer and the children seemed to have coped well enough without me, so much so that I might be tempted to venture off on my own for a little holiday in the near future, secure in the knowledge that they will all be fine.
I had not anticipated that even after 3 weeks back at the Manor I would be so totally overcome with tiredness following the surgery. I have tried to undertake some simple tasks in the Manor gardens but even a spot of pricking out of seedlings in the greenhouse is beyond me at the moment. Now I am worried that my entries will not be up to scratch for the Village Show. Spencer is very reassuring, but then again he is the one who secretly would like the number of entries from yours truly to be curtailed somewhat.
Upon my return from hospital there was a letter awaiting me from my old school. Apparently they are holding a reunion in July to celebrate 50 years since the opening, and wondered (as I am one of the more famous “old girls”) whether I would like to attend for a buffet reception and say a few words. They have also asked me to bring some “artefacts” along - well this isn’t Time Team is it? So I thought I would get in contact with one of my oldest friends Penelope, who incidentally is Violet-Elizabeth’s God mother, to see if she would like to come along with me. After a bit of Paulet-Halt persuasion she agreed, and Spencer will drive me down the M3 in the Bentley to Penelope’s house and we shall attend together. I wonder who else will be there, and whether we shall recognise anyone, after all it is 40 years since we both left that school. I shall now have to get Spencer to go up in the Manor attic and dig out a few photos of my school days.