After a recent trip to the doctor it would appear that I am low in ferritin and need some more iron in my life. It would seem I am not made of cast iron after all.
It explains why I look like I’ve been punched in the eyes, the unexplained tingling in my left leg (not MS after all) and a surprising multitude of other niggling things including fatigue, lethargy and malaise. Not just my personality after all.
While I had to go private and spend a fortune on blood tests to find out that I only need an iron supplement, I’m going to say it was money well spent.
On Sunday, having been out the night before and feeling a little grey around the gills, we decided spontaneously to go to Brighton for the day.
One minute we were sitting in the kitchen having breakfast, grey skies inside and out, an hour or so later we were walking along the pebbled,beach, wind in our faces, blue skies and sunshine. What a good decision!
We had the quintessential English day at the seaside. The dog chased a ball running madly along the beach, we walked along the front admiring the stunning Regency mansion blocks of flats with floor to ceiling windows and glorious sea views and we had some of the best fish and chips with a cup of tea for lunch.
We walked around the gardens at the crazy Brighton Pavillion, met a Welsh terrier and an Airedale (like minded people) and ended up sitting on the pebbles under the pier as the waves crashed up and over the sea wall in front of us and the horizon stretched out beyond.
Having lived near the ocean for the majority of my life, I miss being able to walk to the beach, the sea or ocean always puts things in perspective as one realizes how insignificant one is. The endless cycle of tides and waves will long continue after we’re gone.
We fell a little bit in love with Brighton. Perhaps it was the sunny day, the friendly people or the break from London. Or perhaps it was as simple as a day at the seaside.
Needless to say we came home and looked at property for sale in Brighton which turned out to be so much cheaper than London! Who knows… a flat with a sea view would be very appealing.
On Sunday it was the annual Queens Park Day.
The park was busy with families, dogs, donkey rides and ferret racing. Bouncy castles, inflatable slides, dog fancy dress and baking competitions were the order of the day.
Sadly we missed the dog fancy dress where we’d planned to dress Agnes as Elizabeth the First and follow with a different queen each year to celebrate Queen’s Park. (next year she’s definitely Anne Boleyn).
We did make it for an underwhelming ferret race though where Big T won a pound on a ferret called Biscuit. The other three ferrets turned around halfway through the race so not much of a sprint to the finish. Who took the Biscuit?
Agnes it seems, loves a ferret race as she was very excited by the whole procedure, followed closely by the donkey rides.
QPD was fun for all the family!
After three days of 30+ temperatures, an enormous thunderstorm with buckets of rain arrived at 4am and we were back to normal. Temperatures dropped, grey skies prevailed and suddenly we went from balmy to brisk. It seemed Autumn had arrived.
It is Agnes’ first Autumn and she snuffles the fallen horse chestnut leaves sniffing the damp earth below. She sits in the rain trying to catch rain drops in her mouth so it appears is well suited to the climate. A Welsh terrier indeed.
Big T has had his first cold for the season this week and while we haven’t put the heating on yet as we’re trying to hold on until October, we’re transitioning into the Autumn wardrobe.
Starting to get cosy.
Burning hot that is, as we’re having a late summer heatwave!
To take advantage of the heady temps we met up after work near Hampstead Heath. Me with my bike and Big T and Aggie Bagster.
We walked across the Heath as the sun started to set, picnickers galore on trusty tartan blankets.
Agnes with a spring in her step, bounded through the grass chasing balls.
And then home on the overground and dinner outside in the garden.
Enjoy it while it lasts!
It was a lovely birthday, Sunday lunch sitting by the canal at Kings Cross kicked things off a day early.
A walk through a new tunnel at Kings Cross.
Then time to look for a new pair of shoes for winter. Hello Selfridges!
For the actual date de naissance, I went to work, went out for a leaving lunch (I considered it my birthday lunch) and came home to champagne and dinner cooked by Big T in the garden.
A very good birthday indeed!
Similar to Christmas Eve, the Birthday Eve has a sense of anticipation but also a sense of reflection.
Each year I reflect on the year past and assess my life and goals for the coming year.
Life is zipping by at breakneck speed and I realise how important it is not to waste it. In a blink of an eye I will wake up and be seventy, or if I’m lucky eighty or ninety and I will be looking backwards. So for when I’m looking backwards I hope I can read the memories I’ve documented over the past few years and continue to write.
It’s important to have a purpose but it’s important to be happy.
And so as another year passes and I look for purpose and meaning, the most important thing is to celebrate being alive and healthy.
I for one will raise a glass to that!