Back to Blighty tomorrow. Peg already depressed. I hate thinking of her alone here, in fact I can't bear it, we were gone for 4 hours today picking up the Hertz rental and returning the borrowed Subaru and getting me a manicure and pedicure at Lucky Nails in Lee and other essential stops--and I knew Peg was napping the whole time but still. This is such a big place, and creepy, and dark, surrounded by all these god-awful endless trees, the minute you turn in the drive you want to turn right around and go out again in search of LIGHT! Anywhere! How they could have stood it here for forty plus years yet alone LIKE it, I have no idea. I have an image of her decaying here in the forest like some old mushroom. I have asked THE STAFF to work out a schedule so she's not alone at night.
Funny. I hate it here but it kills me to leave. If it wouldn't disappoint DK so much, I'd stay another 3 weeks. We've accomplished a HUGE amount but--it just never ends.
So. Anyhow. This is good. Have come up with a plan, of sorts. I asked Peg if she'd like to come to England for Christmas. Blinked. And she's already packed and at the door. Can't bloody wait. Bonnie it seems very happy to forego the hols with her family here (didn't ask) and accompany Peg. They'd come for 2-3 weeks, is the idea, and am hoping that maybe I can get them a couple of the chalets at the Anchor, as they're on the ground floor, which Peg needs. I have not only no guest rooms on the ground floor but no guest rooms, period.
Early days yet, but it gives Mama something to look forward to, and she always told me everyone needs something to look forward to. Need to sort out health insurance too. And flights. Do I come and escort them? Does Alex? Can Bonnie handle an airport alone, Bonnie who's never been out of the States? I'd arrange assistance, but is Bonnie assertive enough to raise cain if a wheelchair fails to materialize when requested? Which I in fact am rather good at. Don't know. Would Peg be cold? What if her dentures break? Can the nurses at the surgery change catheter bags?
All sorts of ifs, yet. But, an idea. Because I ask you, how could I possibly, in a million years, leave her alone here, for Christmas. Not that she whooped it up particularly, last year, when she and Odd had to be awakened for the lovely not to mention thoughtful little Norsk Julen I prepared for us three in front of the cozily burning Yule logs (Peg thought the house was on fire, and after eating half a meatball they both choked on the imported liquer chocolates I'd brought and upchucked all over the dinner table).
Walberswick would surely appeal.
And if she likes it, I'll get going and build that little house at the bottom of the garden and install her, along with the central heating.
As I said, she's packed and at the door. No worries there.
Denis has one eyebrow permanently raised.
Especially when Peg asked if there were any eligible older men in our village.
"Christ, Mother! Daddy's only been gone a couple of months. Can't you wait--I don't know--a year? For propriety's sake?"
"I may be dead in a year!"
Walberswick, watch out.
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