After days of suffering from increased skin irritation, DH had switched to a very plain diet (until I led him astray with birthday cake) desperately hoping that boiled rice and roasted chicken would be sufficient to kick his current allergic reactions into touch, but no such luck.
After a night when he was tormented by irritations, we were racking our brains for an answer.
"Was it the freshly laundered sheets?"
"The one milky drink consumed the previous day?"
"The coffee cake?"
"Is the Vick ointment he has been using to battle his catarrh, the culprit?"
We have absolutely no idea.
First thing this morning I rewashed the sheets I had joyfully dried yesterday, just in case any residue of detergent lingered, as that is a potential irritant. On the bright side, at least it was another beautiful, if cold, sunny day, so I was able to hang them back outdoors for that fresh suburban smell...
In the afternoon the KHT and I went to town. We explored a different approach to our usual one. The KHT does like exploring.
We visited some pokestops under the shadow of the mighty steeple of St Stephen's in the centre of town. Then popped into the book stop in church, and brightened the day of the volunteers on duty there.Next stop was Max Spielmann, so the KHT could get some photos taken for passes. I think we brightened the day of the staff in there too!.
Before I had the chance to forget we headed off to Wilkinsons, in search of short wooden plant supports. We didn't find any, but I did find some flat bamboo plant labels, that were an impressive 24cm long and perfect for making rods for a fishing game! We did several tours of the shopping centre, as you do. The KHT purchased some books and creme eggs. I just hope she remembers to put the confectionary somewhere appropriate as she has given up sweets for Lent. Her room can get rather warm...
As someone who used buses regularly from the age of about ten upwards, I regard them as an inconvenient and unreliable form of transport. One irritating fact is that they stick to clearly defined routes, which are never quite where anyone wants to go. Another bone of contention is that they always seem to travel in threes. The bus routes seem to ensure that the bus behind always catches up the bus in front, unless, of course, the bus behind breaks down or crashes...
The KHT has been desperate to go on a bus for some time, so instead of walking home, which takes about in about half an hour, we stood in the arctic blast on Church Green waiting for the bus to arrive.
The KHT is very keen to travel by bus and eagerly demonstrated the importance of reading the timetable. For some reason, a bus to Leicester is listed as departing from this stop, which worries her a little, as a trip to Leicester was not on the schedule for today.
To while away the time I read the rest of the timetable.
"We must not get on the bus going to the hospital, it doesn't go near our house."
Fortunately, the bus we require arrives first.
"Two singles." I request
"Driver looks bemused "I adult. I child? £2.90"I admit defeat and pay. I tried...
The KHT panicked cos I forgot to collect the tickets.
I take the tickets.
We sit down. The KHT is seventh heaven, as we spend the next 35 minutes touring the town.
We get off the bus and still have half a mile to walk home...
For dinner DH has more roast chicken and boiled rice. His allergies have reduced.
I change the serene blue and white bedding, for the twice-washed, richly patterned red, orange and gold set.
The KHT comes to see what I am doing.
"What's with all this laundry?
"Your father is suffering from skin irritations, so we are trying to solve the problem."
One of the books she purchased in town was a Mr Men book
"He is more like Mr Fussy!" she declared.
The KHT still needs to work on the empathy, I feel!
Meanwhile, pondering on the colours of the duvet covers - maybe DH is just allergic to serenity?
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