I excelled myself yesterday by getting up before 6am. Yep, 6 o’clock in the morning, she who likes to doze before the dawn and prefers to allow the sun to rise high in the sky before breakfast.
I did the same last Thursday as originally we were going to go down and see my Mum, spend a few hours with her, then go to MOH from there for an overnighter and dominoes/cribbage/scrabble.
However, an emergency with the loo cassette scuppered those plans, and due to the time it took waiting for the DIY to open, fix the problem and tidy up, we had lost almost 4 hours so went directly to MOH instead (posts done here, here and here).
The good thing about Spot Trips to see Mum is that she doesn’t know we’re coming and so won’t get anxious, upset or disappointed if we’re late or can’t make it.
We were on the road by 6.45, changed drivers at Bathampton just after 8, and arrived at the Quay a little before 10.
Hold up, I hear you say. Weren’t you going to go and see your Mum?
Yes, we were, but we had a detour to Cobbs Quay as we needed a boat hook and replacement oil filter. They had neither, so we ended up going into Poole itself and the Yacht Chandlery instead. No filter, but definitely a boat hook!
Poole Quay is a hive of industry and somewhere to spend BIG MONEY.
Whilst these magnificent yachts have an equally magnificent price tag,
I like our narrow boat, small and compact as it is in comparison.
From the Quay, we went to a familiar haunt to give Maggie a run and where we could have a bacon roll and cup of tea as we’d had no breakfast (these pictures are united by the same path).
We eventually got to Mum’s just after midday having stopped off at their new supermarket for flowers and doughnuts.
My sister was out, so Mum was on her own. She was really pleased to see us and went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. She didn’t, and came out with a tea towel.
Sir Barkalot still insists on barking at everyone who visits for the duration. Oh how I wish he’d lose his voice! It was hot so I put down a fresh bowl of water, and Maggie found a cool spot under the table out of the way (and kept silent).
Hubby made the tea, and we chatted about the same things once or twice, having a laugh or two about past events and teasing her about her memory. He told her he was thinking of carrying a rather snazzy notepad round his neck on a gold chain as he kept forgetting things, and would she like one too. For my part, I told her I am Queen of the Post It Notes (only way I’ll ever get to be a PIN-up girl, haha).
Mum declined our kind offer saying she was already writing notes to herself and finding them all over the place, then asked if the doughnut on the plate by her chair was hers and where it had come from.
My sister arrived just as we were planning to leave, so we stayed an extra hour catching up on the latest family news (and eating more doughnuts).
We made good time on the journey back, laughing at the irony of being caught up in the traffic tailback that was just being reported on the radio. Luckily, we were nearly through it at that time, but it had taken almost half an hour to travel three miles.
We nipped into our local supermarket for something quick for dinner, though by the time we got back home, it was gone 7 pm. Apart from a cup of tea we didn’t really want anything, so had it today instead.
Mum is looking good, and yesterday was chatty and happy, even though she seems to have shrunk each time I see her.
But the cuddles and hugs are the same, as are the warm smiles and exchanged ‘Love You’s as we leave. She wishes we lived nearer, but at least 150 miles is only two and a half to three hours away which is doable in a day instead of the killer 250 miles and up to a seven hour journey each way thanks to the M25 gridlocks we could never seem to avoid.