That seems to be what we say whenever we have flitted about and generally not done a lot during a day. We’ve flipped and flopped. And, I mean, what can you do with a wasted journey?
I phoned the respiratory nurses yesterday to let them know that John’s prescription was coming to an end and more drugs were needed. “No worries,” she said, “I’ll do the prescription and put it ready for you in the pharmacy. You can collect it on Monday. Oh, actually, I think they are open tomorrow – either Monday or tomorrow for collection whichever suits you.” Great, lovely, thank you.
So, this afternoon we poddled over to Heartlands, only to find the pharmacy was closed. I was kicking myself. I had a niggling feeling that they might close at lunchtime and thought, too late, ‘should have made the trip in the morning.’ Ah, well, Monday will have to do.
John was grumpy that they were closed. He’d been nice and cosy at home watching the rugby when I said I was going to set off. He said he’d come with me – I think he perhaps felt obliged to. Anyway, he wasn’t best pleased to find it had been a wasted journey. I followed the advice that we’d had yesterday at the ‘Exploring Faith’ group and tried to live in the moment and enjoy what I could. It resulted in lots of inane comments all the way home…. ‘ooh, look, the sun’s shining’; ‘wow, look at that dark cloud over there’; ‘aah, listen to that music, isn’t it lovely?’ John stopped listening to me about a third of the way home. I don’t say I blame him really. After all, you can’t get away from the fact that it was a wasted journey…….
Other than that, I did manage to get the door painted in (what-we-are-now-calling) the annexe/granny room this morning. I won’t bore you with a photo though. It’s white on white, so nothing to see here. D’you know? One more coat and the room will be finished. Zipper-dee-doo-da! *Does a little dance*.
Having said that, of course, we still haven’t decided on the function of the room. Now that we have decided to stay at home and not have any visitors at Christmas, the idea that I had of Mum staying there, is now scuppered. So we no longer need to hulk the bed downstairs and set it up, after all. So far, we have one office cabinet and one cross-trainer in there. Not that cosy really, yet….. hmmmm…..
However, this evening was a bit more exciting. We had a cocktail evening. I was cooking our evening meal and thought, “I know, I’ll have a Brazen Hussy.” This is one of my favourite cocktails and has absolutely nothing to do with how I behave, of course. John is an expert cocktail maker, so he willingly got out all the ingredients and the cocktail shaker, and all the accoutrements until it was done. Ooooh, it was delicious. So yummy in fact, that I had to have another one….
I am not quite sure what John was drinking – he couldn’t remember the name of his cocktail – but I do know that it had dry ginger in it. Whatever it was, I think he enjoyed his concoction, too. The only thing is, I am wondering whether I will actually make it to church in the morning now……
Also this evening we did telly-watching. All my chosen programmes. Strictly, of course. But after that, there wasn’t much that we fancied. I ended up flicking through channels then plumping on a catch-up of the programmes on Channel 5 about the The Great Plague, just to cheer myself up. John went to bed. Ah. Not a programme to your taste then, dear?
We haven’t watched a great deal of news today but we are aware that the Brexit talks are still a bit iffy. And, of course, the COVID stats are about the same as they were.
- 15,539 people have been confirmed as infected with the virus today
- 397 people have died as a result of contracting the virus in the community
- 207 people have died from the virus in hospitals over the last couple of days
- Today is Day 4 of Tier 3, after Lockdown 2
- And it’s Day 262 since we chose to stay home and be circumspect around others last March
It’s still a case of being cautious and masking up, keeping our distance and washing our hands, isn’t it? Take care everyone. God bless.