Carrying On Regardless…

July 26, 2023 / Blog / Codswallop / Slider 0 COMMENTS

There was a minor hiccup in our travels but first we went to see friends in Highgate who Hubs has known for donkey’s years. They are both artists so we usually buy a piece or two from them (they donate the money to their local Pony Club)

and then we were off for lunch at their favourite, family owned restaurant in the village.

We wanted to know all about their children of course! Then they asked about ours and half way through our story they asked us to stop while they went to the loo and topped up our drinks,

“We don’t want to miss a word…” they said, fully invested in our soap opera-esque saga.

After the telling my blue-eyed cowboy and I took a deep breath and wondered how we were still functioning after the emotional blows we had taken below the belt in the last seven months.

But we were on a break from all of that, worse was to come in the months to follow, our faith and total trust in the Lord and friends’ compassionate and patient ears helped share the burdens we were carrying.

A movie was on the list and we went to see Oppenheimer at the Odeon at the bottom of Beckenham’s High Street. Cillian Murphy was brilliant as Oppenheimer, the American theoretical physicist who helped develop the first nuclear weapons.

If you haven’t seen it it’s probably on-line by now; a great film.

Then Hubs started losing his voice. Not the first time this year, allergies were plaguing him.

However we had plans and we needed to carry on as Brits are wont to do…

Cough pastilles and a suppressant in hand we met Kerri, the daughter of a dear friend of Hub’s who had passed away a year ago.

We had drinks and snack in a fancy restaurant at Kings Cross St. Pancras International, where the Eurostar leaves for Paris, a beautifully renovated building in the London borough of Camden & Islington.

She was on her way home to Scotland and had a couple of hours to spare. Her father, Alan Rogan, had been a famous and well respected guitar roadie for The Who, among other artists, and Hubs had worked with him for years. He had been in contact with her while she organised her father’s Memorial Service and they both had a sweet conversation which included shared stories of her father.

We were finally on the bus home and Hubs was fading fast.

On our eventual arrival at our airbnb all he could do was lie down.

I called our pharmacist in McKinney, Texas, to ask what the last prescription Hubs had had filled and lo and behold it was the same anti-biotic I had brought with me.

They eventually worked but the plans we’d had for the following day fell by the wayside, at least for him.

More to follow!