Just 90 minutes sleep and it was Mary's hysterical barking at the bantam cockerels that dragged me up out of my bed.
This was just after midday, so after making a cuppa and eggs on toast I lay back down on the sofa only to be woken minutes later by the postman who was manfully trying to slot twenty five postcards through the letterbox as Mary tried to savage his fingers ( a great game she inherited from William)
The phone rang
It was my neighbour Trevor in his sing song Welsh voice
"Hello John Bach! I'm at the hospital!"
My 95 year old friend had driven himself to the hospital for an earlier appointment where the consultant had found out that he had a serious problem with his foot. He was now sat in A&E with a massive surgical boot on and couldn't get home.
I drove down to the hospital and after a few false starts found Trevor in a side room with a specialist nurse practitioner.
"I'm glad you're here" she said "you can do the injections"
She and Trevor were obviously waiting to go home
Apparently Trevor had injured his tendons rather badly and needed daily anti coagulation injections as well as the support of a giant boot. He was sat cheerfully in a chair with a couple of crutches.
I eyed the crutches and reminded the nurse that Trevor lived in a split level bungalow which had a steep drive and a dozen steps
"Has he been assessed by the physio for steps?" I asked
The nurse shot off to find one
Of course it was four thirty and they all had gone home
I did the assessment!
Minutes later I piled Trevor, his crutches, medications and sharp box in Bluebell and we were off for home.
"Shall we pick you up some tea?" I asked Trevor who had been at the clinic most of the day
"I fancy fish and chips!" Trevor said, so we stopped at the local fish and chip shop where they cooked Trevor's meal from fresh.
It was almost dark when we got back to the village
I got Trevor out of Bluebell, arranged his crutches safely, removed the fish and chip supper, meds and the like and asked for his house keys.
"I've left them in the car!" Trevor said open eyed
The car was at the hospital!
I piled Trevor, the chip supper , the meds and the crutches back into Bluebell and drove back to the hospital in rush hour traffic.
I was near A&E when Trevor piped up with a quiet "The car is not here its at the Park and Ride"
We drove in silence to the park and ride!
It was pitch black when we finally got back to the village, not good conditions for a 95 year old to negotiate a steep drive in crutches for the first time.
I spied Meirion Jones walking his dog in the lane and recruited his help.
Between us we finally got Trevor, his meds, crutches and fish and chip supper safely back into the house......
I made it to choir just as Jamie, the 1940s RAF moustached Choir master started his warm ups.
Alto Ann slipped me a postcard for the competition before we started to learn the beautiful Jewish lullaby Durme, Durme ( which Ironically means "Sleep Sleep) ....and I more or less forgot just how tired I was
Alto Ann's postcard
take a few moments to listen to this version
I think our efforts were on a par
Ha ha! Did you tell Trevor how you felt about it? No, of course not.
ReplyDeleteI think he guessed at one point
DeleteWow, that was a bit of an unplanned day. Imagine how Trevor felt just before he had to tell you the car wasn't at A+E. A lovely surprise to see a post from you so early, but now get some sleep. x
ReplyDeleteAt 95, remembering where you parked the car, may take an extra step. Thank you for helping.
ReplyDelete'We drove in silence to the park and ride'. That sentence was redolent with back story. Fantastic. xx hope you get some sleep soon. take care John xx
ReplyDeleteJohn, you are an angel. X
ReplyDeleteYou are a saint and I love you.
ReplyDelete:)
ReplyDeleteOi vey!
ReplyDeleteUf, Oy, Sheesh, and Oh My God! Choir was a life saver and you are a VERY GOOD neighbor!
ReplyDeleteErm . . so when are you fetching his car back? (Just grabbing my coat > > > >)
ReplyDeleteIt was always hard to imagine John Gray of Wales away from his Welsh village home. I think you have gone through a lot to stay where you are, but that is where you belong. the world feels good when John Gray of Wales is at home.
ReplyDeleteI second that! All feels right with the world when John is around.
DeletePass the bucket
DeleteYou are like a knight in shining armour aboard your faithful steed Bluebell. I can't imagine what I would have said when Trevor told you he had left his house keys in his car. Certainly not "Peidiwch byth â meddwl Trevor!"
ReplyDeleteWhile clearly, this was above and beyond... I thoroughly enjoyed your telling of the tale! Yes, the best bit was the driving in silence part. In my mind, I made Trevor into my skinny Scottish-ancestry grandfather who I only know from pictures. I could smell the fish and chips. -Jenn
ReplyDeleteHe's tiny! Like a Welsh Ronnie Corbett
DeleteI am now going to look up an image of Ronnie Corbett.
DeleteAhh, not even close!
DeleteEasily done. The keys I mean.
ReplyDeleteYes....that thought makes me feel happier!
DeleteWell, you certainly had your Guardian Angel wings on yesterday! Trevor is lucky to have you as a neighbour!
ReplyDeleteOh John that was so beautifully told I was almost there with you. Having my mum at 82 and very frail stuck in a village 250 miles from me makes me thankful for lovely gentle warm and caring neighbours just like you xx
ReplyDeleteI did lose my sense of humour at one point
DeleteJust like a sitcom,life imitating art, you couldn't make it up!
ReplyDeleteI fancy those fish and chips, thought Trevor might have them in the car,save getting cold, whilst you remain starvin'!
Good lad John, glad there are people like you around, could you help them sort out the Big B..x.t mess we are in, needs common sense with action!
Love Tess x
I microwaved them!
DeleteJust had a thought perhaps Trevor Bach should ‘lodge’ a copy of his front door key with a close neighbour (or yourself).
ReplyDeleteLovely deed, lovely song.
ReplyDeleteOnce again John, you have proved what a national asset (and angel in disguise you are). What would have happened had you not been around to save the day?
ReplyDeleteStart writing that book, this one has to be included!
Hugs Susan
Trevor would have rung another villager
DeleteYou are such a kind man and good neighbour. Thank goodness he had you there for him. I am sure he greatly appreciates it and felt awful about the keys. I know those kind of silences where no one dares/trusts themselves to say a thing!
ReplyDeleteJohn, you really are the Good Samaritan - bless you! So glad to hear you are keeping up with the choir, I certainly feel uplifted after my weekly singing session. At present were learning You've Got a Friend (Carole King), Got You under My Skin (a good Swing number), and Perfect (Ed Sheeran). What is your current repertoire?
ReplyDeleteYou raise me up, Durme durme, a Maori song Te Aroha, love call me home ( Peggy Seeger ) Nkosi Sikelel I Afrika, when I walk down the street
DeleteWell, that's one way to spend an evening. So much for the 4pm doze....
ReplyDeleteI went straight tochoir thenthe pub after that
DeleteWhen you get to heaven, there will be an extra ruby in your crown just for that one evening's help.
ReplyDeleteI swear. I would have lost my mind.
I must admit whenthe park and ride was mentioned my lios went a bit thin
DeleteThe 'Trevors' of the world THANK YOU!
ReplyDeleteWhat a good friend and neighbor you are! I won't ask what you were thinking when he told you the car wasn't at the hospital. And that is a lovely song
ReplyDeleteYou are a very kind man, John. I love your stories, they make me want to live in a village and have neighbours like you.
ReplyDeleteDebbie in London
No.....I think we all would have done the same thing if asked....
DeleteSo Beautiful and just what I needed to hear this morning .
ReplyDeleteI feel exhausted just reading about it let alone doing it!
ReplyDeleteThe Saga! I was absolutely riveted. Really. But when you’re 95 I guess some things can be forgiven.
ReplyDeleteOh, and you’re awesome.
XoXo
Wonder who will take me to hospital when I'm a bit older?
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DeleteIf perchance we were in the same area, I would get you there, though by then you'll likely have another partner for life, so won't need another to share helpful favors with. - Mary
DeleteI had to laugh. but you know what they say, no good deed goes unpunished.
ReplyDeleteBless you, John, for enduring this with (most) of your good humor intact. It reminded me of when my 90-year-old mother was discharged from the ER around midnight once. She'd been brought to the hospital by ambulance in her pajamas and bathrobe and no shoes. That was an interesting adventure getting her home and settled. I did have a key to her house though. So there's that. :)
ReplyDeleteIt's a good thing you don't need more than two hours of sleep. I noticed there was a lot of traveling in silence at the end. :)
ReplyDeleteYou noticed right
DeleteI dont think anybody would have said no.
ReplyDeleteAbsolutely right......well if anyone had refused just because they didn't want to they would be a real shitty person
DeleteExactly.
DeleteJohn you are amazing about the song is really beautiful but I do not recognise the language they are singing do you know?
ReplyDeleteSpanish ...the lullaby is apparantly from Spanish Jews in origin
DeleteJohn, you are a peach! This reminds me of my little 90 year old daddy...bless you so much!!! I know Trevor thanks you also. How nice that he thinks so highly of you.
ReplyDeleteI agree, can you ask him for door key for "just in case?"
We have to take care of our elderly, they teach us so much and hopefully the younger ones are learning from our examples.
I think you, John Gray are a "perfect love"
Joyce in Indiana
Nope I just write fairly well xxx
DeleteYou're like a real-life sitcom. You seem to have the patience of a saint, I would have left Trevor at the fish and chip shop!
ReplyDeleteAt 95 years old? No you wouldn't.
DeleteA heartwarming story, brilliantly told. You are a good man and Trevor rang you because he knew you’d respond. I bet he felt bad when he remembered about the keys though.
ReplyDeleteHow do you fill your time?
ReplyDeleteWriting this rubbish x
DeleteYou are a love John and a good neighbour. Hope you manage to get some rest soon xx
ReplyDeleteI had nine hours sleep last night
DeleteWhat a jam packed 24 hours you had! I'm glad it all turned out well in the end. A win at the pub quiz and a nice long sleep. You are a good man, John the Dogs!
ReplyDeleteThat sounds absolutely maddening. What a good friend and neighbor you are.
ReplyDeleteShucks
DeleteWHAT a day. I hope you finally got to catch up on sleep.
ReplyDeleteAnd that the fish and chips reheated well.
Trevor enjoyed them
DeleteOh, my! As Tess said, you cannot make stuff like this up - it's real life. Bless Trevor's heart and your large, loving heart, too.
ReplyDeleteWhat a beautiful song. Ta for sharing it.
25 postcards?? Did you take them to work to enjoy them there?
Hugs!
No I will check them tomorrow when hopefully more will arrive x
DeleteIve been getting 25 a day
ReplyDeleteYou are a star. I hope you had a couple of gins at the pub x
ReplyDeleteA few beers
DeleteGood man, friend and neighbor. I have been in a similar situation with keys, what can you do but just get on with it. I do believe the good we do comes back to us in time. You've got a lot of good coming back to you and it will be when you least expect it.
ReplyDeleteI hope it's money
DeleteBeen in similar circumstances; what can you do but soldier on and try not to make the person feel any older and more of a burden than they already do? You did make me laugh, though, a real out-loud laugh, not a snicker or a giggle or anything minor like that :)
ReplyDeleteThat lullaby is lovely. Do you read music?
Not a note
DeleteBrave you are! And must have a good ear!
DeleteHeartwarming story - beautiful song. Not a dull moment in your life, is there! God bless you, John! You're a magnet for those in need, and for a reason. Some day it'll all make sense!
ReplyDeleteMy husband worked second and third shift for years in a steel mill. People thought nothing of calling or coming to wake him up during the day. It exasperated me, but he took it all in stride. One afternoon a commotion coming from the river down back woke him. He ran down a steep bank through briars, wearing only sweatpants and boots he quickly pulled on. A fisherman in waders had fallen out of his boat and couldn't save himself because of his boots full of water. My husband pulled him out - the man was turning blue from the cold - so he gave him his dry sweatpants and boots and returned back to the house in his bare feet and underwear to find two women standing in our yard gaping to see what the fuss was about. Several days later he found his pants and boots on the front porch.
I love your hubby
DeleteOh, John you are such a love, even in the silence. You do so much good, not only in your own corner of the world, but by sharing your stories, in ours as well. (Just a lurker, not a blogger.) Susan
ReplyDeleteLol welcome susan x
DeleteI think Trevor must know what a great neighbor you are, and a patient one too, going back for the car and the keys and doing so much driving in the search.
ReplyDeleteOh John you have such a sweet heart. Well done
ReplyDeleteOne thing after another never a dull moment John, glad you were there for your neighbour hope he will soon be on the mend, glad that the evening ended up on a high note.
ReplyDeleteWhat a shame to not be able to eat the fish and chips while they were fresh and hot! You really are so kind to your neighbors, I wish you lived on my street😌
ReplyDeleteI wasn't having greasy fingers over me dashboard
DeleteOnly your dashboard
DeleteOh, poor Trevor, he was probably mortified. You are such a good soul John, although sometimes through gritted teeth, I'm sure. The lullaby was lovely, really enjoyed listening to it.
ReplyDeleteIt almost made me cry as we sung it
DeleteYou are a good neighbor and friend. I know he appreciated your help. And you still got to choir! The song is beautiful.
ReplyDeletedear John I have been reading your blog for what seems like ages, it has me smiling and sighing but today it brought me to tears my aunt used to say Lynn bach what have you been up to ? of course I read it with a welsh accent oh what I would give to hear those voices again , my grandparents and aunts here for many years but always retaining there Welshness bless you bach
ReplyDeleteLynn from Australia
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ReplyDeleteAll done in good humour I imagine. If my mother has a lift somewhere it is a real treat for her to bring fish and chips home. X
ReplyDeleteThis post makes my day and cheers me up greatly!
ReplyDeleteThis amazing short story - one of the best - has to go into that book you MUST write John.
ReplyDeleteThe village would flounder (no pun intended) without you and the inhabitants have to be so grateful to have you. Hope the chips weren't too soggy, but I bet Bluebell smelt a little fishy!
You are the neighbor/friend we all wish we had.
Hugs - Mary (I was so glad to see my p-card did make it - was getting worried)
You're a kind man John. Hope you got some sleep. And yes, the lullaby is beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI bet you slept after this bloody annoying day of adventure. Thank goodness for the choir practise to bring a bit of normality into the day.
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