The Day after the Night before….

I only had two glasses of Prosecco yesterday, so I couldn’t have been drunk or have a hangover, but today has been an odd sort of day. I am assuming it’s because it’s an anti-climax after the excitement of the last few days with birfdays and everything.

We chose to stay in bed this morning, a-snoozing and reading and checking out e-puzzles ‘n things. John did get up to get me a nice cup of tea though, for which I was very grateful. Then the doorbell rang, and I sped downstairs to find dear Margaret on the doorstep, just about to turn round and go home, thinking we weren’t up/in. As it was nearly mid-day, I am not surprised she was surprised that we were still a-bed.

Anyway, I reassured her that we were awake, but we were just lolling around, not having opened the curtains or anything. At which point, she indicated a sweet little parcel popped into the porch, with an apology for a late birthday gift. Crikey! No need to apologise. I wasn’t expecting a gift, so I am delighted to have one, belated or not.

Such a lovely present though – a silver charm in the shape of a pot of blue paint and a paintbrush dipped into it. A nice little nod to all the painting and decorating I am doing at the moment! Made me smile.

I decided it was, perhaps, time to actually get up at that point, and so did John. In fact, John came panting into the lounge, thinking he was missing the rugby matches that were on today. Phew! What a relief to find that he wasn’t.

But that was more or less our day – a little bit of prep-work in the former-office-cum-snug-cum gym, ready for painting it tomorrow, interspersed with TV viewing of rugby matches and Strictly. And eating and drinking cups of tea, too.

We both did a little bit of computer work, one way or another, too. John still ploughing through the accounts, and me ploughing through payment of Mum’s bills. In addition, we both, separately had a fiddle with the dishwasher, which is on the blink. John noticed that there was a problem on Thursday, but set it going in the hope that it would right itself. It didn’t, so we switched off overnight. I switched it back yesterday but it seemed to go for hours, so we turned it off again. Once more into the breach this morning, I had another go at putting it on a different programme, only for it go for hours again. Right! That’s it then! Hand-washing the pots from now on…..and John plans to tinker with it tomorrow. To be honest, I am not holding out a lot of hope, but the man works miracles with loads of other things, so why not this?

On the COVID front there have been 19,875 cases of infection today and 341 deaths in the community; and 195 deaths in hospitals in the last two days. Lily is on the mend, and Harriet’s test was negative, so that’s all positive, isn’t it?

Take care everyone. God bless.