Shelved and a Totally Week-ed Week to Leave One Weak

1 of two newly assembled and installed wardrobe-top book shelves for own and edited novels

Let us hope that this time, I am able to post this.

What a week! On Monday, I was preparing to stay in bed and assemble shelves there when a call came from a friend down the road who wanted to drop in for a chinwag. I dressed frantically. He left at 13hoo, so the shelf assembly got put off a bit.
The next event was an announcement from the Cape that Nevie has a bad abscess and had to be put on antibiotics. The Cape is bad for her; every time she goes there she has some issue or another!
Then, in early afternoon, came a call from Sister-in-Law in tears. Her husband has been getting sicker and sicker over the past few weeks and is always too busy/unwilling, scared to go to the doctor. The symptoms struck me as really serious, and I refused to entertain anything like, ‘Maybe After Christmas’ excuses. I said bluntly that he could be dead by then, and I pulled my Senior Member of Family act. I told S-in-L to book a GP appointment for him ASAP, and then relayed the message that in need I would come and fetch him personally and take him there. At this, he caved in, and to cut a long story short was sent straight to hospital.
The diagnosis in due course was acute kidney failure, and the specialists agreed that without immediate intervention he wouldn’t have lasted much longer. He will definitely still be in hospital over Christmas.
Much Better Half had to go and stay with her sister, leaving me in sole charge of our Estate and of the weeping horde of four-footed inhabitants. Our Maid is currently off, as well. This would have to arise at the height of the latest Chemo effects, but I simply got on with it.
The bookshelves are duly on a wardrobe ready to take my own stock of published novels, and then I assembled two office chairs ordered online to go with the new ‘office’ of the kids. It looks great.
R and kids are returning tomorrow, a day early. The maid should report for duty. So life will return to normal apart from a missing wife.
Oh, and stacks of credit go to Sis-in-Law. Her car packed in five years ago, she decided she was scared of her husband’s large and fancy vehicle, so she simply hasn’t driven for ages. She decided needs must, so she got in and mastered it in no time. She has been ferrying MBH and herself to hospital, and here for visits, with increasing confidence. It is a sick breeze, as they say . .
It is unwise for me to go, because of the risk of infection.
So now, in case anyone wondered, you’ll know why I have taken my longest break from blogging in AGES!

P.S. 23 December: Another day, and more of the same with brass fittings. A further post will deal with that in jew coarse.

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