A sad week. John Cook was Tricia’s uncle, and he was a farmer in Purton near Swindon. For many years in the family he was simply known as ‘Biggy’… a name he got from one of his grandchildren. John passed away on Friday. He had been diagnosed with stomach cancer at the end of the summer. Due to other issues he couldn’t be operated on, and unfortunately he detiorated last week.
This picture of Biggy with his wife Sue was taken at the end of last August, when we celebrated Tricia’s Grans 90th, before the cancer was diagnosed. John looked quite well, and was still working the farm even though he was in his mid seventies. I would describe him as a ‘salt of the earth’ type, and he will be missed.
Of course Tricia was quite upset, when she was a young girl she used to go and stay on the farm in the summer, and loved the time she spent there, and has always had an attachment to the farm and family in Purton. In fact, not long after Tricia and I started dating, she took me down to the farm to meet her relatives there, and we used to often stop in to see them on our way back from holidays or weekends away in the west country. Our thoughts go out to Auntie Sue, and John and Sues children, Emma, Lucy and Johnny.
Nikki hasn’t had a particularly good week. She had been retained this week to be with the squad for a World Cup Race. She had a race off against another brakeswoman to see who would actually be selected for the race – she was up against a woman called Kelly who Nikki had been easily faster than the previous week in another race off. This time however Nikki was slower than she usually is and missed out by 1/100th of a second… meaning she missed selection for what would have been her first World Cup Race. Upset isn’t the word to cover how she felt. But it’s competitive sport, and that is how it goes sometimes. A bad day at the office for her so to speak.
During the summer, Nikki had stayed on the farm at Purton, as it wasn’t too far down to Bath where she trained daily with the bobsleigh squad. Nikki enjoyed being at the farm when not training, and often helped out around the farm, and had enjoyed helping out ‘Biggy’. So it was a difficult phone call on Friday to tell her that Biggy had died… she was upset again. As a Dad I just wanted to give her a hug, but you can’t do it over the phone… Friday was a difficult day, coming on the back of a phone call with my brother Steve the evening before, with some bad news about his problem foot.
Nikki sets off for Igls in Austria tomorrow, where she will compete with the Junior team (under 26’s) in the Junior World Champs. We wish her better luck this coming week. Tricia had hoped to travel out to see her this week, we had been looking at flights and accommodation and was going to book something this weekend. But as we are likely to have a funeral to attend now we haven’t booked anything. Nikki understands.
I spoke with Robbie as well on Friday. Rob is ok, and busy with uni work. Ellie was pleased to find out this week she has been selected for the ‘A’ Netball team at school, and been named as captain. They have their first game on Tuesday. The ‘highlight’ (not) of Ellies week was having her braces fitted on her lower teeth. They were quite sore and a little painful for the first 48 hours, but she is now used to them. She will have the braces for her upper teeth fitted in about 7 weeks. During the week my phone was replaced, instead of a blackberry I now have an iphone. The picture on the left was my first use of the camera on the phone. The other one shows Ellies braces if you look close enough.
We have had a relatively quiet weekend. Ellie and I had rehearsal on Friday evening for the village production which is on in mid Feb. Saturday morning Tricia went to do a coaching session, whilst Ellie and I went to the swimming pool. Ellie would like to do the swimathon with me in April, we will split the lengths, 50 for her and a 150 for me, so she needs to get some practice in. In the evening Tricia and I were at a Burns supper in the village hall. I had been asked to do the ‘toast for the lasses’… sounds simple enough but it took ages to get the speech put together. It seems to have been recieved well though, and got plenty of laughs. Some piccies from the evening…. First off Tricia, she was wearing her new dress, which not only fits well, she looks good in it. Then me speaking, and one of me sat next to Clive. The bottle of whisky in the foreground was not full at the start of the evening. Honest. Finally a picture of the haggis being played in by the bagpipes.
It was a fun evening. There was dancing at the end, but we didn’t stay late as Ellie was at home on her own. This morning Tricia and I went up to church, I was doing the reading. We had a Sunday roast, and for pudding we had the rest of last weeks apple pie. Tricia made an apple pie last Sunday… and of course with no Nikki or Robbie around half of it was left. So we put it in the freezer and then got it out again today, so it lasted us two weeks.
Looking back at the blog I seem to have neglected putting up some pictures…. so here are a few. First off, from pre Christmas when we went for a lunch at Deb and Carlos’s. Good times.
Then… a cat (Ninja) in the Christmas tree. Happens at least once every Christmas, and then the tree itself.
Then the Jolly Roger flying at the church just before Christmas… that will teach the church warden to tease Tricia about flying the ‘Jolly Roger’ (it was his nickname for the cross of St George flag), so she did exactly what he had asked.
And finally a picture of Nikki and Rob when we were having breakfast on Chrsitmas morning, Boxing Day lunch, some old bloke, sat in his grumpy old man chair, who still can’t help but pull a face when the camera is pointed at him, and a picture of a rather lovely recent sunset. Most pictures courtesy of Tricia… which explains why she isn’t in many of them.
Oh well, Sunday evening… Last Sunday Tricia and I watched a programme about a midwife in the east end of London, which we enjoyed, so we are looking forward to the next episode later… with cheese and biscuits and a glass of port
, then afterwards there is a dramatisation of a book called Birdsong, by Sebastian Faulks. I read the book last summer and it was an excellent read, I am hoping the tv version lives up to it. Tricia is already in front of the tele for Countryfile, so I had better get to and do the cheese and biscuits…