Following his emergency operation, Pascoe is making a steady recovery – I speak to him on the phone and am reassured.
He said ‘I can’t wait for the training montage to
start.’ I imagine a clip from the
‘Rocky’ movies.
I, on the other hand, have felt like I’d been hit over the
head with a rubber hammer.
There was one week where Carenza had given up a week’s
holiday in France to nurse Pascoe in Edinburgh and I was off-duty in St
Albans. I was so grateful for her
selflessness, but it also felt very wrong not being there.
I distracted myself with some undemanding household
tasks. I took up some winter trousers,
but when I looked at them afterwards was puzzled by my approach – are
asymmetric trousers in fashion this Autumn?
What had I been thinking?
The only thing which went well was making forty jars of
various chutneys. I have been doing this
for nearly four decades, so auto-pilot kicked in. Okay, so my mild apple chutney is much hotter
than my hot apple chutney this year, but apart from that, all is well.
So when I think of that week when I was good for nothing, at
least I was good for chutney.
