It’s been exactly ten days since I last posted here. Piss poor statistic I know, but ten is a nice round number.
So what’s been happening? Well, we are now just over 3 weeks away from the due date of the baby. That’s not a piss poor statistic. That’s quite a scary fact. There are still a number of things to be done around our house. Added to that is the fact that our tenants vacated our rental flat recently, so it’s sitting empty in need of sprucing up and selling.
Unfortunately, in their haste to leave, they accidentally left a huge bag of prawns in the fridge. I could smell the prawns from the second floor landing of the common stair last night when I went up to the flat. Upon reaching the flat and opening the door, the smell hit me like a wave. Cue much ‘dry boaking’ and the escape through the door of a number of bluebottles. You know it’s bad when the flies can’t stand it.
I eventually managed to stop retching long enough to deal with the situation, however I felt fairly unwell for the rest of the night as the smell seemed to linger in my nose. Terrible experience.
Probably the biggest event in my life in recent days has been the death of my Grandmother on Saturday night. Whilst it was completely expected – she has been ill for some time – nothing quite prepares you for the finality of such events. After being told on Saturday afternoon that the end was near, I decided that I did not want to witness her last moments. Call me a coward but I was distinctly squeamish about the prospect of being present when someone so close drew their last breath.
I went home Saturday evening, visited the supermarket and upon returning home decided that I couldn’t stay away. I headed back up to the hospital at around 7pm and at 9.40pm she passed away within a few minutes of a single tear running down her cheek. Instead of being unsettling, I actually found the whole experience uplifting and I was glad I was there at the end. And so an era ends. A massive part of my childhood, gone forever.
In three weeks time (or thereabouts) another era begins, with the second child of a new generation.
The expression ‘one in, one out’ never seemed so true.
on Jun 11th, 2009 at 4:10 pm
Sorry to hear about your granny. I lost all my grandparents when I was quite young, so haven’t had that whole thing to deal with for a while. That said, my husband’s aunt died yesterday and she is the first of the generation immediately above us to go. Sobering.
On a complely different tack, did you have to burn the fridge the prawns were in? Cos all credit to Febreze, and all, but I doubt that thing will EVER be clean again