March
A bad month for
teeth! It started with Teresa visiting
the dentist on Monday 5 for the remainder of the fillings which had been
diagnosed in January. The following
week, on Tuesday 13, Helen went into hospital for a day to have two wisdom
teeth extracted. Impacted wisdom teeth
are difficult to remove, and the operation is usually followed by considerable
pain and swelling. Eating anything solid
is next to impossible for some days.
Unfortunately, in Helen’s case, recovery proved to be unusually painful
and slow, and a second visit to the hospital revealed that an infection had set
in. A second operation was necessary to
remove the abscess and some remaining roots, which meant a further week of
painful recuperation. Only towards the
end of the month did she start to feel better.
Teresa continued to
have some success with her writing, selling a piece to an American on-line
publication for real life experiences. Looking
after Laddy is based on one of many incidents from our period of looking
after my mother in the later stages of Alzheimer’s disease. Later in the month, a poignant item on her
grandmother’s musical interests was selected for publication in The
Guardian’s ‘Playlist’ feature.
We managed this year to avoid
any involvement in the
Towards the end of
the month, Roger was beginning to scent the arrival of the bowls season. On Monday 19 he helped on one of the working
parties to prepare the green, and the following week there was a men’s meeting
to announce captains and teams.
Saturday 31
March. Teresa’s 50th
birthday. Congratulations arrive in the
form of flowers …
… a large balloon with a quite
specific message (if you look carefully at the ‘0’ on the balloon, the
photographer’s reflection is clearly seen) and a magnificently constructed
birthday card made by Juliet (with a bit of help from
We celebrated at home with an
evening meal assembled from Marks and Spencer’s finest.
Finally, followers
of this diary will be glad to know that another leak (unnoticed for some time
in the gloom of the garage) has been found and put right. Meanwhile our Rover required its first MOT. Having lost most of the three year guarantee
when Rover folded, we can at least console ourselves that it was not
needed. However, the selling garage,
which had changed hands last year, has now disappeared completely, and it seems
we will not benefit from the final year of free servicing.