Hi Everyone,
It’s been a funny old week since we got back from the IWA show. George was in the vets again Wednesday, (the reason we came back in the first place) and had another week’s worth of antibiotics, he’s ok now.
The rest of the week we spent cleaning the boat and generally getting ready to leave on Monday. However, Monday morning I woke up with raging toothache! I NEVER get anything wrong with my teeth so I was really jarred off! I had to make an emergency appointment to see DR Raja. It transpired I have a fracture in my tooth and the beginnings of an abcess (nice!). I have to get the infection under control and my tooth will either have to be fixed or taken out. I could have this done now or when I return from my trip. So the dog isn’t the only one on antibiotics!
Anyway Tuesday I felt like absolute shit, my face had swelled up to what felt like twice the usual size, I was in so much pain and we discussed cancelling our trip up the Trent until I had my tooth fixed. Today however, I feel a lot better, the antibiotics must now be working, so we decided to go for it with the trip and I’ll have the dentistry when we get back in about 2 months time. If anything untoward happens in the meantime I can always go to the nearest dentist and have something done.
So we are off. At the moment we are moored up under the flight path at Kegworth again. I just love watching the planes going over so close (bizarre I know!) We are meeting Mum and Dave in Gunthorpe at the weekend. We should be in Nottingham tomorrow.
We made a strange discovery this morning. We were discussing the fact that Ken could put his fishing rods, which are usually made up ready for use on the top of the boat, inside over the dinette while we went to the shops in Loughborough. I asked how many there were, Ken said 4. I wasn’t immediately spotting 4, only 3. I pointed this out and we discovered that one was indeed missing. After some thought, including the idea that someone had nicked it (impossible though, in the boat yard), we decided that the loud clattering noise I had heard the night before, was the aforementioned rod falling off the top of the boat! To be fair this did happen during a frantic, after dark, in the sudden ‘wind-and-rain-storm-that-appeared-out-of-nowhere’, clearing up fishing tackle session! So we were miles up the river before we realised! A phone call to the boat yard ensued and we hope they can find it! Haven’t heard anything yet.
More thrilling disasters………I mean adventures soon.
Cheers B.
