It's been awhile since I updated this blog... a lot has changed. For several years I was helping to care for my mum. She had dementia. It was a tough time for her and for all the family, especially towards the end. We had a great care team thanks to the British care system. I really appreciated the help and support all those ladies gave us. I lived with my parents at that time and so was on hand to help her through the day and night. Luckily I have the most wonderful sister who lived very close and she would sit with both our parents several times a week so that Iain and I could escape. There was lots of love and support and we all of us managed quite well. The last few days I found terribly difficult, but thanks to Iain, my sister and my dad... I coped. They coped. We got through it. My mum got through it. I'd never seen death before. It messes with your head.
It took a long time to get my real mum back, those old memories... but with the passing of time, she has returned and those last few years have receded.
After mum died Iain and I rented a house, a few miles away, whilst my sister and her husband sold their house and moved in with dad. For the first time, I have my own house, after living with my parents my whole life: fifty four years! They were good parents, friends really, so it was easy most of the time. It's been almost a year and life in our new home has been getting better and better. I feel myself relaxing into the place. My head is back in order at last after that shocking time. Iain and I are both so happy in our own little house... something we've always dreamed about of over the fifteen years we've been together.
I have a list in my head, a list of things that have to happen or come to an end, or start, and until all these things have occured I cannot reach a state of grace. The problem is I never seem to reach this imaginary plateau of peace, because each time an item on the list in my head has been ticked another two are added on. I'm sure I'm not alone in this... I think it's called life.
A little while ago I wrote on this blog that our car had been written off, due to a young lad unable to control his missile/vehicle. It was parked outside our house in a layby so we were not injured, thank goodness, and the 'bringer of crunch' was unhurt thanks to the wonder of airbags. But our lives were thrown all about in the 'car crash' that is- getting the insurance sorted out. I have to say our insurance company are a bunch of incompetent crazies. I shan't go into the details of the farce that ensued... I'll just say, I've learnt a lesson - if it is at all possible in the future I shall steer clear of large companies. It seems to me a large company is basically a random collection of computers that don't seem to connect to each other, being operated by uninterested phone operatives. All I will say is that we had to collect our cheque, when it finally arrived, from the holiday home, nextdoor.
Three weeks after this exciting episode, another young lad careered into our telegraph pole and lampost, taking out our internet and phone. Yippee! More excitement! It was on the Saturday before a bank holiday, of course so we had to wait a week before BT fixed up a temporary line. The new posts will go up in a couple of weeks. We live in a valley... so there's no mobile reception. Iain took to writing letters. How Austenesque it seemed... he, sat at his escritorio, wielding his quill (Oo, missus!). Sadly we didn't have any pigeons, ravens or owls, so he was reduced to using the Royal Mail.
Hey ho, another day, more things added to the list, a few more ticked off. Life goes on, and we muddle on through. :)
Our car has died :( Or to be more precise... it was killed. It was sitting, minding its own bumpers and wheel arches, outside our house, when- shooooosh BAM!!! another car smacked into it and wedged it up the wall!
No one was hurt... so it doesn't really matter.
Now we're looking out for a Daihatsu Foutrak, so we can get up those forest roads. The trouble is we've yet to haggle with the insurance guys... that'll be fun:(
I've just had a good look through all my photographs and I haven't one picture of the Passat... I guess that means I didn't really warm to it, even though it was a fantastic drive and totally reliable. I think I might feel differently about a little jaunty jeep. Plagued with rust and challenged by the motorway though it may be... it'll surely have more character and take us on wilder adventures... well... that's the plan... we'll see. Watch this space.
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