Once we were back from holiday, I had 5 days to do my post-holiday washing and ironing, and cram in a haircut, a visit to a gasrto-intestinal consultant, and an have an Endoscopy, before my family came to stay.
When I went up to London, I took the opportunity of of visiting the display of poppies at the Tower of London. They were certainly spectacular, just a sea of red. And of course, they weren't all there yet. It's quite mind-boggling to think of that many people being killed.
I've never seen so many people around the Tower, so taking photos was a longish process, involving queueing to get near enough to see anything at all. Mind you, I believe it got worse in November, and people were being asked not to come.
The day after my endoscopy, my sister, my daughter-in-law and my grandson arrived to stay. My sister was only able to stay three days, and left the morning my daughter-in-law's mother arrived from France. (There had to be some pretty swift sheet-changing.) Apart from the day when she arrived and the rain poured down, the weather was pretty good and she was impressed with the beautiful autumn colours in southern England.
This was taken in our garden, just as the leaves were starting to fall in the last few days of October.
Unfortunately, there wasn't much time for sightseeing with them all as my grandson became ill with a respiratory tract infection, and eventually we had to take him to my doctor to get an antibiotic. We had to change their train ticket back to Manchester as the poor little soul was too ill to travel. My daughter-in-law's mother left after five days to go back to France, and fortunately for us, she didn't develop the illness she caught from our grandson until she got home, when the poor woman was quite ill.
Three or four days after she left, my grandson was well enough to go home, and the following day I was back at the hospital for a long and comprehensive breathing test. The day after that, I got the respiratory illness my grandson had kindly passed on to me, and was ill for some time. Life went on around me as I languished in bed, and eventually I too had to visit the doctor for antibiotics.
On the day I got out of bed again, I thought I should get some air, though the weather was rather damp. So we had a rather muddy walk in Emmets Garden, where there was a wonderful display of autumn colours.
The day after that, we were off to Manchester again. My son and daughter-in-law are due to have a second child, and I am going to spend some time in Manchester to support them. So I spent nearly a week up there, trying to find myself a place to stay. I want to be close to them, but it don't want to stay in their house, which never works well for very long. Anyway, I selfishly don't want too many disturbed nights - I'm not too good if I don't get my sleep.
At the end of November, we came back home again because I had yet another hospital appointment on December 1st. I'm convinced myself that it's acid stomach juices from my constant reflux getting into my lungs which are damaging them and causing my breathing problems, but it seems to take several specialists and umpteen different tests to prove or disprove this.
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