It's already nine days since I wrote my last post, and I can't figure out quite where that time has gone. Long story short: we're still at home while Koos gathers his strength after having a stent procedure. Everything came to a head at the beginning of this week when he saw the specialist who, having received all the information from the various tests, looked at his patient in disbelief when Koos brightly said we were planning to go on holiday the following day if all was well.
Well, all wasn't well, apparently. I've never seen so many expressions rushing across someone's face as I saw on the cardiologist's, and all of them expressed 'no, you're not going anywhere'. What he actually said was: 'I can't stop you going, but it wouldn't be a good idea at all'. He went on to explain the risks given that there was evidently a blockage in Koos's fuel lines – sorry, circulation – and he then proceeded to arrange for a stent to be inserted two days later – this last Wednesday to be precise. It was that quick, and I was really impressed that he fast-tracked the operation so efficiently. However, I have to say it took far too long to get to see the cardiologist in the first place. What Koos had to go through to convince those in the system that it was necessary left much to be desired.
He's taking the required three days of rest, so now the plan is to leave this weekend providing he feels fit enough. It will mean a shorter trip, but with the drought and water shortages as well, that might have happened anyway. What will be will be. In the meantime, we're in the middle of a heatwave; this on top of the already seriously dry conditions that have been persisting for what seems like months. I've never seen the Netherlands look like Africa before!
|The horses at our nearby nature reserve|
The photo above was taken a few days ago as I walked past our nature reserve. Everything is brown and the lake is diminishing rapidly.
|My weed patch–sorry, grass, will never recover|
This second photo is ostensibly of the only buddleia cutting I've managed to nurture into life this year. I've been tending it carefully and it's growing nicely now, thanks to the help of the dirty washing up water I've been lavishing on it. Someone told me buddleias are easy to grow, but that someone must have green fingers. Mine, I can confirm, are the complete opposite. I had about five cuttings and this is the only one that's survived. Anyway, what I really meant to say is that the photo reveals all too sadly my dead grass-thats-almost-all-weeds. It was doing quite well over the winter, recovering from the previous dry years, but I fear this year will strike its death knell.
The only upside to these fierce temps is that I do enjoy the heat. It's not good for working outside, I admit, but I love the feeling of wallowing in a bath of hot sunshine, don't you?
Have a great weekend allemaal. We're still not 'elsewhere' yet, but who knows what the coming days will bring?