Good morning, dear Blogger friends. At last I have gathered the many photos of our Spain trip and am starting to post.
Originally (when I still had two good legs and intact knees), it was my intention to travel to Bloemfontein, where my son, Angus, DIL Amanda and my three grandchildren live. Amanda's mom, Ceilia, my travel companion, was staying in the Granny flat adjacent to Angus' house. Being unable to drive myself to the Free State, a dear Weigh-Less member, who has a daughter boarding at school in Bethlehem (two hours short of Bloemfontein, by road) offered to take me that far. Angus collected me in Bethlehem, and we traveled the last two and a half hours to Bloemfontein.
On arrival, we had a reunion, especially with my SIL (as Angus' MIL is known in the Afrikaans culture) whom I'd not seen since she was widowed in October 2021. It was on the eve of her husband's memorial service, those year ago, that Celia suggested she and I do an overseas trip together. At the time I could not imagine how I would be able to afford such a luxury and also how I could take time off from my four jobs here in the Central Drakensberg.
As mentioned in a post a while ago, my sister Rose and BIL, Pete, gifted me with the price of an air ticket to Spain as a 70th birthday gift. And providentially, I was able to pay for all the preparatory red tape (I posted about the Schengen Visa earlier too) and my travel between Bloemfontein and Johannesburg and the return. I also, with the help of my wonderful Valley friends, was able to hand my various projects and responsibilities over to them for the three weeks I was absent from home.
On Saturday 6th May, Amanda called to me where I was sharing the Granny flat with the other granny that she had turned on the TV and the Coronation was being viewed. My Afrikaans-born daughter-in-law is a British Royalist as fervently as I am.
During the morning, I also had a visit from a Weigh-Less member who had lost 25kg ONLINE with me. I had arranged to meet with her and award her with a hard copy of certificate and menu plan in a neat file (called a filo).
Later that morning while watching the pomp and ceremony of the coronation of King Charles III; I continued with exercises I'd been doing at home, to ensure my knee would not give me problems on the long flight. Amanda happened to walk into the lounge while I was thus engaged and did a double take. Apparently, it's NOT normal to be able to lift your leg above your head (especially not for a vintage lady!).
No-one ever told me.
Amanda summarily snapped me in action.