everton
30-May-2006, 09:02
I love bank holiday weekend's me! Normally!
Saturday - a nice day of rest, doing nothing much, Rugby on the telly and a quiet couple of evening beers in the pub
Sunday - up early, off to Silverstone for a great day's WSBK racing. First met Skidlids, then KeefyB & Mrs KeefyB strolling through the trade stalls at the back of the main stand and then Whele and settled down at Copse to see the, pretty frightening, first race, first corner crash. Down to Woodcote for the second WSBK race to see Toseland's antics after the second race! :D
Met RedRuth on the way out - off home and watched it all again on the telly highlights.
Monday - wet first thing but Brenda & I arranged to meet Whele (now known as shagger) & Cath for a blat down to the Ace for a late lunch and then another blat up to Foxes for Monday bike nite.
The 999R was running rough when I started out but by mid afternoon it was running on song and I was Baylis for the afternoon the sound of my Termis echoing his from the day before.
We left Foxes early because I was strangely cold and uneasy - the black clouds were gathering big time by now and I just wanted to get home - it was surreal but something didn't feel quite right - is this the feeling people get before a big off? It didn't dampen (no pun intended) my ride home - we certainly got a shift on with that black cloud getting closer - didn't quite make it as the heavens opened about 5 miles out but we both got home safely if a bit damp.
Get in the house and little 'un says Uncle Chris has called twice.
Mam had died suddenly, with my brother's Chris and Pete there, at 15:30 that afternoon.
Mam had been suffering from cancer of the mouth for almost two years and things had started to go down hill rapidly since Christmas. Brenda and I called in to see her after the BMF on Sunday and she was quite chirpy but having intermittent breathing problems and of course trouble swallowing (she'd been on intravenous feeding and morphine for about 8 months but still at home and able to get around).
The details are pretty unpleasant but it was quick and mercifully she is spared any further suffering she would have undoubtedly encountered in her last months.
I hope you don't mind me sharing this with you - it's kinda funny typing in silence, no one here, like sharing a confidence with a best friend. I feel a bit numb today, not just her sudden death but also the bizarre foreboding I had yesterday afternoon. I know it's daft to think there's any connection - it was probably just the weird weather!
Anyway here's to Mam and my very good friends in the DSC - thanks for reading.
Saturday - a nice day of rest, doing nothing much, Rugby on the telly and a quiet couple of evening beers in the pub
Sunday - up early, off to Silverstone for a great day's WSBK racing. First met Skidlids, then KeefyB & Mrs KeefyB strolling through the trade stalls at the back of the main stand and then Whele and settled down at Copse to see the, pretty frightening, first race, first corner crash. Down to Woodcote for the second WSBK race to see Toseland's antics after the second race! :D
Met RedRuth on the way out - off home and watched it all again on the telly highlights.
Monday - wet first thing but Brenda & I arranged to meet Whele (now known as shagger) & Cath for a blat down to the Ace for a late lunch and then another blat up to Foxes for Monday bike nite.
The 999R was running rough when I started out but by mid afternoon it was running on song and I was Baylis for the afternoon the sound of my Termis echoing his from the day before.
We left Foxes early because I was strangely cold and uneasy - the black clouds were gathering big time by now and I just wanted to get home - it was surreal but something didn't feel quite right - is this the feeling people get before a big off? It didn't dampen (no pun intended) my ride home - we certainly got a shift on with that black cloud getting closer - didn't quite make it as the heavens opened about 5 miles out but we both got home safely if a bit damp.
Get in the house and little 'un says Uncle Chris has called twice.
Mam had died suddenly, with my brother's Chris and Pete there, at 15:30 that afternoon.
Mam had been suffering from cancer of the mouth for almost two years and things had started to go down hill rapidly since Christmas. Brenda and I called in to see her after the BMF on Sunday and she was quite chirpy but having intermittent breathing problems and of course trouble swallowing (she'd been on intravenous feeding and morphine for about 8 months but still at home and able to get around).
The details are pretty unpleasant but it was quick and mercifully she is spared any further suffering she would have undoubtedly encountered in her last months.
I hope you don't mind me sharing this with you - it's kinda funny typing in silence, no one here, like sharing a confidence with a best friend. I feel a bit numb today, not just her sudden death but also the bizarre foreboding I had yesterday afternoon. I know it's daft to think there's any connection - it was probably just the weird weather!
Anyway here's to Mam and my very good friends in the DSC - thanks for reading.