Another lazy day

I woke very early this morning. It was five o’clock and it was already light. I wondered for a while whether I should get up and get on. After all, that bloomin’ ironing was beckoning. But no, I thought it far too early to get up, so snoozed on. I was awake again at 7 – should I get up? No…. Awake at 9 – get up? No, in a bit…. Awake at 11.00 – get up? Oh, alright then.

It was so lovely to have a lie-in and read for a while, do a bit of meditation, spend time in prayer, scroll through social media or play e-games on my phone. And, of course, by the time normal getting up time had come it was piddling down with rain again, so there wasn’t a great incentive to get up at that time really.

We had a leisurely brunch once we were finally up and downstairs, before John tackled his various medications and breathing apparatus, and I started the ironing. I am not sure what is going on with our bedding though – when I fished the bottom sheet out to iron it I found it had a large hole in it. This is the second one in as many months. And I don’t even think the sheets are that old. Clearly, they don’t make ’em like they used to!! I mean, I still have some un-worn-out bedding that we had the year we were married!! It’s just the wrong colour….. who remembers when olive green was fashionable?

As I was doing the ironing, I started thinking about the family – as you do – and I thought we hadn’t seen Paul and Harriet for a while, and started longing to see them. I texted Paul: “Are you busy this afternoon?” Shortly, the reply came back that they weren’t really doing anything and we were ‘absolutely welcome’ to go over. So I abandoned the ironing and off we went.

We had a lovely time and it was a delight to see them. I was especially pleased to see that Paul was well after his first COVID jab and Harriet didn’t have much in the way of symptoms from the second jab that she had yesterday.

Freddie was delighted to see us, as well, so that was a lovely bonus. We both thought that even in the week or so since we last saw him, he’d grown taller and grown up. It is fascinating to watch the younger grandchildren develop from babies into toddlers then proper boys – and the older girls of course, developing from little girls into stroppy teenagers and now young women.

We stayed for a cup of tea and a cake, John and Harriet both wrapped in blankets, and nattered away to our hearts content. Oh, normality…..

Our lazy day continued when we arrived home. We cooked and ate our evening meal but then simply watched TV. The ironing was still glowering at me though….. I’ll tackle it sometime. Maybe tomorrow?

The news reminds us that the scientists are still flagging up their concern about the Indian variant of COVID, but for now the figures are still low with 1,926 people infected in the last 24 hours and just 4 deaths.

Ventilation is the thing to be aware of now, of course. We know the virus is airborne and floats about, so if we can get it float away from us then we’re OK. The problem is when it floats directly at us into our faces/noses/mouths/lungs. Oh, dear – when will it ever end? I think I am beginning to recognise that rather nasty emotion of despair – how about you?

Anyway, tomorrow is another day, so perhaps a new dawn, a new day will bring new hope. Fingers crossed.

Take care everyone. God bless.