When the sun came out today it was hot!! Did you notice? It didn’t start like that though, although we willed it so. We took our breakfast out onto the patio under a pleasantly warm sun this morning, but we’d not long been sitting there, when a black cloud descended and wiped away any heat, and a little breeze ushered in a chill wind. John scarpered as soon as he could. I followed not many minutes after.
I have to say, though, that breakfast with hubby on the patio was an unexpected treat. We don’t often sit down together to eat in the mornings, so I savoured every moment.
After we’d eaten, we gathered our things together and headed over to the Sutton Sleaths. There had been a suggestion that we might join them in a visit to Baddesley Clinton today, to help us emerge from our hibernation, but it was fully booked so we were thwarted. Instead, we went to their back garden for a cuppa and I helped William in his search for treasure.
I felt lucky that Mum got up and came downstairs before we set off without too much difficulty, so I was able to leave with no worry. She had her breakfast and lunch all ready for her, and the TV was on TV Gold, so I knew she’d be OK while we were out.
While we were at Michael and Danielle’s the sun came out and it was lovely and warm. We sat under their newly erected pergola which was splendid, cooed over baby Thomas and played with William. “Grandma,” he said, “This is my shop and you can be my first customer. Here’s a penny for you.” He handed me a coin, which I handed back as I ‘bought’ a smelly welly. Eeh, we had fun!
John was in his element, too, as there was the re-positioning of the lamp on the back wall to be tackled, in order to accommodate the pergola. It felt good to be able to help Michael do the job – even if it was mostly offering advice and passing the drill and screws up to Michael a-top the ladder.
We had to cut our visit short though, as we had agreed to take delivery of my Aunty Mollie’s all-singing, all-dancing armchair for Mum, and we were due to meet Catherine’s husband, John, at Mum’s flat. It all worked very smoothly, with John waiting for us as we arrived and then it was just a matter of manoeuvring the chair into place. All socially-distanced, of course. I am not sure what Mum is going to say about the chair when she gets back to her flat. I haven’t told her about it yet…..
Mum was still safe and sound when we returned, giggling her head off to one of the ‘Gold’ programmes, so we went into the kitchen to get on with a bit of baking and preparing the evening meal. John made some more ‘sandwich rolls’ and I put together some little desserts that were supposed to develop a yummy lemon curd at the bottom as they cooked. I was delighted with them as I took them out of the oven, only to be disappointed that the lemon curd was nowhere to be found. Then I saw that the lemon juice I’d so carefully squeezed, was still sitting in the jug on the side…… oops. John sent a photo to the family and asked if they could spot the deliberate mistake? Andrew, the chef, got it in one, of course! Planning to make another batch tomorrow. Let’s hope I’ve got my brain in place by then!
After our potterings in the kitchen and clearing up after our meal, we flopped onto the sofa and watched nothing very much at all this evening. Not for us, any intellectual plays or films today. No…… just TV trash please…….oh, and a browse through a little photo album, with pictures of Freddie growing up from birth to a few months ago, that John had sent away for. Awww……. I had forgotten how cute he looked then and how cute he looks now. He’s a little joker and often, the photos show that little character. Can’t wait for Paul and Harriet to see it.
All in all, it’s been another good day. Nothing startling, but solid, family stuff for which I am eternally grateful. Love is everything.
Seems to be quite a few more deaths in all settings from COVID-19 today, though, with 148 people having died by nine o’clock this morning, according to the government report. 820 people are reported as infected. The NHS figures are a puzzle though, with 18 deaths reported and confirmed for Wednesday 9 July, and no actual figures for yesterday. I think I am not the only one to be confused by the numbers being gathered together though, as none other than Robert Peston has been querying both the government and the NHS figures today. Let’s hope they are ironed out shortly. And that it’s not really a spike…..
And breathe. Let’s all keep faith and try for a better tomorrow – for surely, it will come? Take care and God bless.
😘 to you all