Firstly an update on the vitamin B12.
After several nights of extremely vivid dreams, including one night where I scared the bejesus out of Stu when I climbed on top of him 'to get away from the man that's just walked past my side of the bed', I've stopped taking it.
But that man was real. He was there. I tried to hit him with the duvet.
We slept the rest of that night with my bedside light on.
I stopped taking the ginseng a few days ago - I thought it was one tablet too many.
Anyway - we're rushing towards the end of July. We're almost over the hump and rushing towards weekend. Only weekend is winter. Our favourite.
So far we have flights booked for Iceland in November and we have a FB messenger agreement with Anna Julia Skuladottir, that we'll be staying for a week in her new cube cabin.
This week we have been looking at dates for Norway. And it looks like we may be heading back to that amazing cabin in Skarstad. The one with the big windows, passing Reindeer and the occasional Moose.
One thing I have learned - be very nice to your AirBnb (or similar) hosts. You can save a fair amount by dealing with them direct for any subsequent visits (and from what I can gather - they save too). To be honest - it's not hard to be nice to either Anna (Iceland) or Kent (Norway). Lovely people with the best cabins ever.
But I didn't tell you how to break AirBnb rules.
Today's picture...My Stu: At Borgarvirki, North of the Wall.
Travelling tip: Don't go to this place in deep snow: it's a long slow drive, the road is invisible at certain points and when you get there you can't see a damned thing, other than snow.
Ginseng and vitamin B12 = Zebedee.
Not the biblical father of James and John but that weird boinging thing from the Magic Roundabout.
Whatever - I seem to have boundless energy.
Since taking the magic medicine I have been bouncing out of bed early doors every day and actually doing more than just making a cup of tea and sloping back off up the stairs.
Yesterday I decided to make a start on my new website. I started, finished and published it within a couple of hours. Not sure if that means I am quick or I've rushed and made a ball's up.
It's only four pages - and there isn't a huge amount of copy. So maybe that's why.
It took me way longer today to set up a corresponding Facebook page. I had to keep taking a break. It's that frustrating.
This morning I went for a chat with a lady at Dunham. About how I can put some of my skills to good use supporting a project for 11-24 year olds. She must have had a good feeling about me before I arrived as she'd already done me a badge. Either that or she is just bloody desperate for some help. Either way - I am more than happy to give some of my time.
She asked why I wanted to volunteer. Easy:
Number 3 is way up as an important reason. I have a little mini fight with myself every day. "Stay away from the job pages...step away from LinkedIn" etc. I need to have a proper break from Financial Services.
And anyway. If my wedding photography thing takes off...I can carry on volunteering, and baking, and going for long walks and playing Candy Crush to my heart's content.
So - today's photo..screenshot of my new website
It's been one hell of a week.
We started off in a cottage in Grizedale - not far from Hawkshead. One of our favourite, relaxing spots. Down a private road with no passing tourist traffic (apart from the occasional cyclist who can't read).
On Monday I had a message from my Joe saying he had gone to A&E with chest pains. Then another, early in the afternoon, to say he was fine and had been sent home.
I decided that as my nerves were already frayed - I might has well just completely sever them. So I booked Jess and myself onto the last Grizedale Go Ape session of the day.
I am terrified of heights.
But I decided that I can do that 'mind over matter thing'. I just needed to get a grip and do something out of my comfort zone.
But by the time I had climbed the first rope ladder, crossed from one tree to the next and had my feet firmly on the tiny tree platform...I wondered what the bloody hell I had been thinking. Someone get me down from here now.
That same man then stayed just ahead of me and Jess for the rest of the TWO HOURS in the trees. TWO FUCKING HOURS.
Two hours that included two of the scariest zip wires I have ever seen - from the ground. Never mind from a tiny platform at the top of a tree. And yet again...there is no going back. So you just sit into your harness and go. Like the bloody clappers. But DO NOT LOOK DOWN. I know that now. Do not look down if you're scared of heights. It ruined my imagined 'I'm really just in a fast car with the wind blowing in my hair' scenario.
To cut a long story short - we both did it. We survived. We got a certificate.
Then both had the worst nights sleep ever. With recurring nightmares of:
Then it was Tuesday.
I awoke to a terrifying series of messages showing on my phone screen.
Panic always makes me drop things. And I suddenly have 9 big toes for fingers (or ten..yep ten big toes) - with someone else's fingerprints so my phone won't unlock.
After several minutes of blind panic I finally got the basic message. And rang my ex.
Joe was at that moment in an ambulance on the way back to hospital - with signs of a heart attack.. I could hear the sirens. Of all the horrible moments I've had in my life so far - this one was up there (somewhere near that first tree platform...a few feet above that).
To cut another long story short. Jess and I ran around panicking. Trying to get dressed. It's not funny - but why do knickers always go on backwards when you're upset and frightened?
I drove us straight to the hospital. And we headed straight to Resus. And there he was. My 22-year old baby boy. Looking like he's on the set of Grey's Anatomy. Just the right length of stubble, perfect quiff and olive tan. I, however, looked like shit.
But despite his looks - he was frightened and hooked up to bleeping machines.
And that is how he still is today - Thursday. Frightened. Constantly monitored. Putting a brave and good looking face on.
We don't have answers yet. But we need them desperately. From someone qualified to tell us.
In the meantime - Joe will be pleased to know that I have remembered to find something that will pass as slippers. I just need to remember to bring them in the morning.
Love you Joe (i.e. don't shout if I forget again!)
Today's photos should be no surprise...
Jess and me in a tree and my boy (he wanted a Mum selfie)...