An Angel of Mercy has descended on our home. She looks remarkably like the Youngest of the Darling Daughters.
a list of things you need to get done before Tuesday and I will sort them out,” she advised / ordered me. I didn’t need much persuading. Poor thing, it turned out to be rather more than she was bargaining for. She was reminded (though she was too
kind to point it out) of the list Mr B and I left her and her siblings when we set off on our honeymoon after the wedding of the Eldest of the Darling Daughters. Yes, you read that aright - Mr B decided that, in order to avoid a massive low after all the excitement
of our first-born’s wedding day, we, too, should go off on a honeymoon of our own. Our taxi driver came to pick us up early on the morning after the day before - and off we went, leaving a list of Things To Be Done which was far longer than our remaining
offspring had expected.
Originally the idea had been for our daughter to arrive on Saturday morning and to leave on Sunday after dinner. It’s Monday evening
now, as I write, and she is still here. Or, to be exact, she is up at Tesco’s (other supermarkets may still be open - capitalising on the success of their Christmas ads) completing yet another shopping trip on my behalf. She will still be here
tomorrow morning when we rise very early for her to transport me in appropriate style to hospital for my Problem Shoulder to be operated upon.
She says she
will be a nervous wreck while I am under the anaesthetic so, to make her feel better, I reassure her that I will not know a thing, being well out of it for the duration. “Such a selfish cow you are!” she mourns. It would be good to think that once
All Matters Surgical are satisfactorily completed, she could have a good rest but, no, her house is to become my convalescent home for the remainder of the week. She just can’t get away from me.
Granddaughter Eleanor telephones me. She has researched all the details of my particular operation, she tells me with enthusiasm, and discussed its unusual aspects with all her friends. That’s what comes of having a
medical student for a granddaughter - though it does mean I now have the potential of being seen as a more interesting specimen, as grandmothers go.
the loving administrations of my very own Angel of Mercy, I am as ready as I will ever be to tread the boards of the operating theatre. The Daily Blog will, sadly, be notable for its absence for a few days (I could ask the Youngest of the Darling Daughters
but that might really be a Step Too Far) but I will endeavour, in the words of that old sweet but jolly song, to “be back soon.”