Vicci on Tarquin at Musbury farm
Vicci went to Colyton Grammer School by bus from Musbury.
She used to go to a ghastly night club called The Grove on Saturday nights.
Thankfully she had a friendly taxi driver who made sure she left on time and got safely back to Musbury.
I also remember her getting very excited outside the sitting room window and
flinging her arms apart with such vigour that she broke the glass in the
window. She also found holiday jobs, being a waitress in various pubs. I seem to remember one was in Branscombe and another in Beer (not a very good name for a pub from my point of view)
Then finally a move to Hemyock. I have not found that easy, probably because I am getting older and am not very mobile.
However, everyone seems very friendly, and I have some very kind carers who look after me. Also, I have various members of my family living nearby who take it in turns to visit and stay with me. This gives Piers and Liz a chance to get away from me and enables them to visit their own children and relatives.
I also have some very kind carers who look after me, giving Piers and Liz an opportunity to visit their own children and family.
It is a nice house with several stories so that Piers and Liz can get away from me and I have a bedroom of my own and a shower room and loo and can try to pretend I am not a dreadful nuisance to them. I enjoy doing some cooking with my carers and making cakes and everlasting rock buns. There is a small garden I can get to with my frame and a side passage that I can either walk down or get pushed down to the road outside the house. From here, I can get to the road and be pushed to church or sometimes to a café. I can also get to the surgery and a nice doctor and try and pretend that I am not a flipping nuisance to a lot of people. But my family look after me very lovingly and I am incredibly blessed to have such a loving family who give me the feeling that I am not a dreadful nuisance but someone they love and care for.
Also, I am much nearer to family members than I was at Clovelly. Most of the rest of my family are within an hour or two drive away which hopefully makes it easier for them to get to see me and spend time with me. (I am very blessed to have such loving family members within reach of me). My only problem is the traffic that seems to me to be always passing up and down the road outside. Luckily, I have earplugs that shut off the sound of passing traffic so that I can read and even dream exciting dreams of things that happened a long time ago.
I have pictures of various places in Ethiopia, so my dreams are often about what happened there a long long time ago when I used to live there and rather stupidly, still think of it as home.