Sunday, 31 October 2010

Not well

    Laid low with the dreaded Lurgy (US: Cooties?), I've managed little this weekend. My original task: press a huge pile of apples for cider and juice, has fallen by the wayside, postponed until next weekend when with luck I won't be coughing, aching or upset of stomach.
    My parents' house seems to have feed sacks full of apples on every surface, the long-lasting Wagoner and Sturmer Pippin, the sharp Rosemary Russet and a small number from my cherished bittersweet cider apple Dabinett. The last one has a tendency towards biennialism and it seems this has been an "off" year.
    Yesterday was marked by a visit from my sister. As usual we talked about everything under the sun, she's starting I think to get used to talking as much to a sister as a brother. I'd forgotten that she reads this blog, better watch out what I say about her. :)
    The most unexpected conversation of the weekend came this morning. Having dragged myself out of bed to drive to my parents' house and put the apples under cover, I collapsed on the sofa feeling sorry for myself. The TV was on and I found myself spontaneously discussing with my mother the outfits worn by the female interviewees on BBC1. That's right, my mother initiated a conversation about fashion with her son, now she knows he has something of the daughter about him. Completely out of the blue.
    Back home this afternoon curled up in bed nursing a headache, I'm still rather shocked by that one, it was the last thing I would have expected.


  1. It's a good job you weren't expecting the Spanish Inquisition, then :-)

  2. Sorry to learn that you are unwell. It's that time of year I guess. I hope it doesn't last long. Well then, there's no accounting for Moms is there? I think you have a lot of guts being so open with your mom. Mine died before I transitioned. She probably knew about me but the subject never arose in conversation. I think I mentioned that in one of my home pages. The one thing about blogging is unless you keep the site private, which to me defeats the object, all and sundry can read it! Go girl!

    Shirley Anne xxx

  3. Sorry to hear you have been ill, Jenny. I hope you get well soon!

    Melissa XX

  4. At last a chance to sit down in front of a PC without green ink flowing from my pen.

    Thanks everyone, despite fealing a little queasy this morning I'm pretty fit again now. We had a comedy meeting this afternoon in which three of us could do little more than croak, and into it all came a film crew filming for a corporate video.

    I'm trying to imagine my mother leaping in like the Monty Python Inquisition :)

    Certainly I never expected to be discussing Theresa May(UK politician)'s on-screen fashion sense with my mother.

  5. Chicken soup, two aspirin or suitable UK equivalent, and a few shots of very hard apple cider.