Can't Move

Evidently I was right: the badminton was pure insanity as today I cannot move. I am in agony from my neck to my ankles. I cannot move without hurting.

To be fair, I actually think the badminton was only part of the problem; five days of driving to places possibly hasn’t helped matters. Not to mention the small matter of my energy levels being seriously depleted.

Last night we ended up at a family party – instead of the 20 members of the family we thought we were going to meet, there ended up being over 40. It was good to see everybody and there is a sense of bemused luck that we have so much of an extended family, all of whom were friendly and welcoming. For me, I don’t do well with crowds energy wise, I had to fight off the urge to close my eyes and through sheer willpower managed to hold off until we were in the car. Still, my brain feels like cotton wool.

It would be sensible to rest all of today but tonight we have another family dinner which despite doing better on the whole saying no and cancelling when I’m not well this last year, I seem to be unable to utter the words “I’m not going.” to my father. Ah, well. I guess more painkillers are in my future tomorrow.

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Badminton

In a fit of insanity I decided to play badminton this morning. It was actually a very good workout given the number of times we had to reach down for the shuttlecocks as it has been a long time since either my sister or myself had played. The other good news is that I feel more virtuous about the amount of food and alcohol I’ve consumed over the last couple of days.

Lineage

The more I get older the more I realise how much I look like my mother – it’s not just the shape of my face, or my eyes, or my mouth which the difference in colouring cannot even hide but its the shape of my body, my knees, my legs – the mole on my shoulder blade which is in the exact same place and the exact same shape as the one that adorned my mother’s shoulder blade and my Nana’s. More and more I hear myself speaking with their voices.

Perhaps it’s more evident to me this holiday as I spend time with my Uncle and Dad. It was my Uncle who pointed out that the way I pointed while I was in the wheelchair was very much the same way that Nana did; my sister pointed out that I sounded like our mother when I nagged my father over something.

In many ways, hearing – seeing – feeling the similarities is horrifying to me as though I was still a fourteen year old girl rebelling against the notion of being anything like my parents. And both my mother and Nana had flaws which I find myself grimacing at when considering that I too may have them. Yet on the other hand, I’m insanely proud of my maternal lineage.

My mother was a strong woman with a sharp intelligent mind, a witty ribald humour and a fervent passion for what she believed in. My Nana was an insanely strong woman who survived the Blitz, hanging onto a wall while a bomb fell on the other end of the street and who showed a degree of independence in her youth that was unheard of in those times.

Maybe I can only hope that along with the eyes, the face, the body and the voices that I have also inherited their strength of character.

A Typical Day in Mauritius

The day starts earlier than you might expect given you’re on holiday – 8.30am.

I have a cup of tea (teabags brought specially from the UK), followed by a shower. A routine of sun-cream and mosquito spray follows as I get dressed and head downstairs to breakfast.

Breakfast is a banana homegrown from trees in the garden with some fresh bread baked that morning fresh from the boulangerie, accompanied by a glass of mango juice and (for me) another cup of tea.

Late morning we set out for the beach, secure sun loungers and I start revising with the Mauritian sun shining down on me and the sea lapping at my feet.

Lunch is at the beach cafe, followed by a snooze on the sun lounger and more revising.

We finish the day with cocktails in Grand Baie watching the sunset over the horizon and the harbour.

Dinner is something simple (chicken and salad tonight) and a very nice wine.

It’s a hard life. 😀

Exhausted in Mauritius

Not quite Sleepless in Seattle but definitely Exhausted in Mauritius.

I have run out of energy after five days of non-stop travelling around, lounging around on the beach and reading. It sounds terrible doesn’t it? The problem is that it all does take energy, including interacting with my family who I’m not used to having around 24/7. They are great but talking and laughing takes energy.

So today I’m staying at home and doing very little (or attempting to do very little) beyond some studying and checking my email. Fingers crossed I get some energy back to continue the lounging around on a beach, etc…

Another Day at Another Beach

Today hasn’t been all that different to yesterday except that it is my Uncle’s birthday.

I also did change my reading material on the beach today and instead of the latest thriller took Exploring Psychology – Preparing for your Exam.

It was interesting to read their proposed strategy to revision and certainly the information on the essay questions seems good advice. The beach was surprisingly exhausting – I think it was the heat though rather than the study.

We’ve just enjoyed some champagne and birthday cake, and off to celebrate with a meal out.

Possibly no blog tomorrow as we’re going to the South and eating dinner with relatives so it will be a full day and probably a late return.

A Day at the Beach

Our second full day here and we decided to head to the beach. It was supposed to be a rest given yesterday’s expedition to the supermarket turned into us almost buying out the whole shop.  We ended up stopping by relatives to say hello, and they ended up feeding us so it was a long day.

Today was much gentler.  We had lunch at home and then headed for the beach, secured some sun loungers and spent the next three hours reading, watching the waves and generally doing very little.

We headed home for some dinner and wine, and a very relaxed evening.

Tomorrow should be more of the same. 😀