A lazy day…….. one in which I stayed in bed, taking a tour of social media and e-games this morning, ate, then floated about the garden, ate again, before sitting down to watch TV this evening. It was a lovely relaxing day today. I was clearly still walking on Cloud Nine after youngest son visited us yesterday, joined by eldest and first grandchild.
I had intended to get up early, in actual fact, because I thought I might change my routine. Our current routine is clearly taking its toll on all of us, so I had the idea that I would resist the temptation to be pushing on every day. Ha! Ha! So much for the best laid plans!! New routine? Maybe tomorrow……
John, on the other hand, has overdone it, in my opinion. He will deny it, of course. He has been fitting the headlining to the roof of the ‘car in the garage’, which involves lying on his back, in the shallow shell of the car, tugging and pushing and easing the material into place above him. He asked if I wanted to inspect his handiwork – well, of course I did!! The inspection involved me also lying on my back, looking up at the roof interior. I was thrilled – it’s an excellent job so far – but I tell you, it was a b****r to get out of the car again…… not sure how John is managing it!! Oh, I remember now! He’s Mr Determined, Mr Never-Give-Up etc., isn’t he?
Mum also had a very lazy morning, rolling on into the afternoon, until it was quarter past two before she reluctantly got out of bed. She can’t see the point of getting up, and so loves her bed that, no matter how many times she gets up out of it in a morning to brush her hair, go to the loo, put her lipstick on, she always slides back into it again. Each time I think she’s up, she’s not.
We had a little bit of a battle today though, because John had suggested that I was doing too much for her, so I thought I’d see if I could get her to look after herself a bit more. She can do things, but she can’t remember what she’s supposed to be doing. “Do you want to butter the bread for your sandwiches, Mum?” I asked. “Yes, I can do.” she said brightly, and followed me into the kitchen. I put the bread in front of her, pulled the butter dish forward and handed her a knife. “What do you want me to do with this?” she wondered. “Butter the bread,” I almost hissed.
Later on, I reminded her that we’d agreed yesterday that she’d have a go at polishing her room. “I don’t feel like it now.” she objected. “Never mind, Mum, I’ll put the alarm on my phone on for twenty minutes and we’ll go up then.” The alarm went off. “Come on, Mum, let’s go.” Her reply? “Where are we going?” Of course, she couldn’t go just then as she was drinking her tea. And then she was too tired. We did go up though, and she sat on her bed. I offered her the duster and polish – but she wasn’t sure what she was doing with those. I illustrated the point and then said I’d leave her to it. Well, the room was done – of sorts, but no polish was liberated in the cleaning of the room.
I can’t decide which is more effort – me doing the work for her or trying to get her to do the work……I was exhausted!!
Anyway, the garden was very inviting today and we took several forays into it, sitting out and wandering about, either each on our own, or John and me together, Mum and me together, or all of us together. The air was balmy, the seats inviting and the flowers fragrant. Really lovely.
Had a lovely video chat to Michael and William as well today. William was excited as he’d taken delivery of a parcel….. it’s not his birthday, but I’d sent a ‘lock down parcel’ to break the monotony. We had a virtual game with him playing a shopping game, and he whizzed the SuperWings about across the screen. A happy boy. Happy Grandparents!!!
Had to laugh today, too. Andrew has chained his bike and mine to the railings outside his flat. But he’s lost the key. I prayed to St Anthony very fervently for a couple of weeks to no avail. Andrew said he’d get a hacksaw to cut the chain off. Unfortunately, as it was a D-lock, a hacksaw wasn’t going to cut it. (Get the joke??) John suggested better to use an angle grinder. Perhaps see if Andrew could borrow one from the chaps on the building site next door? In the event, of course, Andrew came home and so took John’s angle grinder back with him. He texted us this morning: “Took the angle grinder about 1 minute to go through bike locks…….also, how ironic that next door are using an angle grinder.” Chuckle, chuckle.
And that was about it!! Nothing much else to report, other than one of our friends, Carole, phoning me unexpectedly this morning, to suggest that I should cancel the order of plants for the garden we made a few weeks ago, which haven’t arrived yet. Apparently, Gardening Express isn’t express, nor so much garden either, by the time you do actually get the plants……. hey-ho, you live and learn.
Corona virus figures, then: 1,056 people infected; 38 deaths in all settings (govt numbers, 9 a.m. today); 6 deaths in hospitals yesterday and 15 confirmed for the day before (NHS numbers, 5 p.m. yesterday).
Stay safe everyone, keep your distance, wash your hands, and share love wherever you go. God bless.