Replanted Fur Tree

Monday 12

9.42. am   Grey clouds. I can see no blue sky at all.  Woke with tension in both my legs they feel as though they have been squashed and the blood is desperately trying to move along the veins which have been crushed.

Dreamt...I was in a prison cell where every wall and item in the cell was covered in red polka-dots.  

Edwards chest is very tight this morning he has attacks when he is unable to breath they are very frightening.  Edward is eating all day long.  He caugh's so very loudly and makes odd growling noises while he is doing things through out the day. 

 We have no door on our oven.   Edward informed me the glass and metal front just fell off.  He has always banged  the door  down, allowing it to drop instead of carefully opening it down wards.  So we have no means of roasting our dinners, no electric cooker only the microwave.  He took the whole door off to clean,  where  I add with embarrassment that it has never been cleaned since  installation in 1983 by  elderly my mother. He is unable to replace it  at present by slotting it back into place, I will probably have to do it or ask Graham if her can help, poor Edward is always causing havoc in the home.

   He left the hot water tap running  in the down stairs toilet yesterday for goodness knows how long until I discovered it.  He does dangerous things my nervous are under strain each moment of the day.

We worked on the garden for several hours Edward dug a hole and together we replanted the fur tree.  It is such a sweet little tree brought all the way from Austria. While on a coach holiday with Marianne Chivers fifteen years ago. While we were walking down a mountain slope there were lots of tiny seedling fur trees I plucked three and kept them in my hotel room for the week in a glass of water returning with them to England wrapped in wads of toilet paper. The one we replanted yesterday is the only plant to survive it has flurished in a huge plant pot traveling with us from London Black heath all the way to Jersey.

  If it does thrive in the garden it is my intention to decorate it with coloured lights this Christmas in celebration of its life.

I cleaned the house.  Edward vacumed cleaned up stairs.  We also did a clean up of part of the garden as it is over grown with weeds in the flower beds. 

 Back in bed Edwards heart is thumping, racing too fast and he is extra tired.  I have back pain after working in the garden and housework.  It was a hot sunny afternoon. Smoking.  We had a bath together.