Ivor’s Daily Gallivant Saturday June 24, 2023 Got up at about five and had the last of the carton of milk I bought while away in Devon. It seemed to be creamier than our local milk but that may just be imaginary. (I remembered during my phone call with the diabetes nurse in Devon, she had told me to take blood sugar readings in the morning and evening after stopping the metformin. This morning I took a reading.) I put off having breakfast until the shops opens, because I thought there was no milk. At around seven I put on my trainers in readiness for a run to the Co-op. There was a Facebook post this morning with a photo of Dibden Inclosure from someone who’d had a two-and-a-half-hour morning run there. As I was about to leave, and remembered running to the Co-op yesterday-to buy a carton of milk and leaving it on its side in the fridge. (I hope I’m not going senile) I went to Marcella and for a while was the only service user with two members of staff looking after me. I chatted with Margret about taking care of diabetes, covid and combating mental decline. Josh came out with a sandwich which prompted me to run to Lidl and buy a ready meal and a pizza slice and I ate them as soon as I got back to Marcella. Ben and David arrived, and we all four of us went for a walk. And were fortunate enough not to stumble across any suicidal transvestites on our travels. After Marcella I had a much needed haircut in the new Hythe Barber Shop next to Waitrose. Then I got home finished the last of the beef in red wine stew with a potato and took my blood sugar again which was still in target range.

Ivor’s Daily Gallivant Monday June 19 to Thursday June 22, 2023 I set out for my four-day trip to Devon, thinking I’d got everything but on the bus into Southampton realised I’d left my weekly diabetic injection the fridge which I was due on Wednesday. It was too late to go back, and I would have to make arrangements when I was in Paignton. The day was spent travelling which was made complicated by getting separated from Andy at Exeter where I had an urgent need for the gents. Using our mobiles we agreed that he would wait for me in Paignton….. We met at Paignton station and had a Harvester meal, an underwhelming and exorbitantly expensive experience. And went to our separate hotels. My hotel was the Hotel Bonair and the first thing I did was try and get the WiFi set up for my iPad. Which I asked for help with three times whilst there and then gave up. (I’m writing this on this Friday after my return) The first morning at breakfast I met a lady named Hilary who turned out to be a couple of months older than me. She had lived in France and Spain and learnt French and Spanish to be properly integrated into the countries. She believes Covid is just severe flu and hasn’t been vaccinated. The hotel was run by young men whose nationality I never established, but I suspect they were of middle eastern extraction. The next morning there was a tall boney old bod ‘The lexicographer’, sat where Hilary had been. I sat a few tables away from him thinking he would prefer his own space. We had a few words and he told me he was from Westbound Bournemouth. He had a pile of crosswords which I used to start our conversation. My first priority was sorting out my injection, so I Googled and found my way to the closest Pharmacist and phoned my GP’s secretary who sorted it out. On Wednesday morning I had a telephone appointment with the diabetes nurse who told me my blood sugar was now low and I should stop taking Metformin. My hands have been shaking recently which is a symptom of low blood sugar. One less tablet and firm hands- life is good! Andy and I caught the train to Exmouth, we had lunch at the Sunrise Café in the square and made our way to the coast where I took a photo. The second of the British Coastline Locations was completed. The following day we went to Dartmouth using the steam railway from Paignton.

Ivor’s Daily Gallivant Sunday June 18, 2023 Woke up early and made plans for the trip to Devon tomorrow. I have decided to take the absolute minimum of things with me as we’ll only be away for four days. The trip is part of an ongoing project to raise money for Diabetes UK and have fun. I’ve set up a Just Giving Page and any contributions would be greatly appreciated. https://www.justgiving.com/page/ivor-minard-1677067588148 My mission is to visit each of the British Coastal Locations illustrated in Becky Bettesworth’s 2023 Diary of the British Isles. And write about my experiences on a blog. One of my friends Andy Burch is coming along for company. After I’d finished planning, I remembered I’m going on a boat trip this afternoon on The Alison Mac Gregor around Southampton Water with Hythe’s most exclusive club. At one stage one of the lady inmates pointed to what looked like a mansion on the shoreline and said: ‘My summer residence’ ‘Do you mean you’re only got one summer residence? I asked. She stuck out her lower lip as if saying ‘yes’. It was very pleasant getting out on the open water in the fresh air. Did me a power of good. I did a sketch of the emergency fuel cut-off, and they gave us all to a cup of tea or coffee with biscuits. A detail which would be missed by the majority of people but a challenge to draw. It started to rain when the Alison Mac Gregor was in the Hythe Marina lock which made things cooler, I ran to the bus stop and caught the bus home.

Ivor’s Daily Gallivant Sunday June 11, 2023: An inventive and productive day It was pleasantly cool this morning and there was a light gentle rain which had covered the roof of my conservatory with tiny water droplets. The never at odds with life birds sang joyously. Yesterday afternoon the postcards based on one of my pictures arrived and I was pleased with how they turned out. All that remained to do now was find a way to sell them and make a profit. After a little more thought I don’t think my idea for a lottery for one of my paintings was very good, so I’ve scrapped it. I am going to try and sell the postcards and last night looked up card shops in Southampton. In need of some friendly company, I went to Hythe’s most exclusive club and showed everyone the post card of one of my paintings. One of the members of staff who had worked with dementia and Alzheimer’s sufferers said when they received a postcard they would really treasure it looking at it time and time again. Whereas if a relative phoned, they’d forget about it shortly afterwards. I decided to share this observation with Age Concern and The Alzheimer’s Society in an email. If I could make a little money and the world a better place: Wow! yes, please. I also invented a solution to another problem which had come up in a conversation at the club and draw a thumb nail sketch of my idea. It was something which would be easy to produce and easy to make, which would also make money and improve lives…. ‘What a clever little chap I am’ to thought. Despite all the trials and tribulations life has put before me: My Delusions of Grandeur are ever present and continue to give me great pleasure.