Great excitement today, because it’s Green Bin Day tomorrow! Steve, our milkman, mows the lawn and cuts our hedges for us and fortuitously, came today and did some hedge-cutting, so we’ve got full bins for the bin men to take away tomorrow. Eeeeh, livin’ the life, eh??!!
Talking of ‘living the life’, our day today has been more of the same. With a nod to Morecombe and Wise – we’re doing all of the same, but not necessarily in the same order, of course….. and so, our day has gone something like this….
John slept fitfully – as per usual. It had started with: “I’ll sleep in the spare room,” I’d said, before we went to bed last night. “to get a good night’s sleep.” “No worries. Whatever you like,” John replied. So, John went to bed before me. When I’d finished faffing about on the computer, I went into our bedroom to get me jim-jams and brush me teeth. Only, I did it all in the dark, because I didn’t want to disturb the ol’ man. And it wasn’t me disturbing him. No. He disturbed me. All of a sudden, he let out a great big scream. Nearly frightened me to death in the depths of the dark. He was having a weird dream. “You alright, John?” I enquired. “Whaaat? What? Ohh…. er…. yes….” came the reply. “Are you having a dream?” I asked gently. “Mmmm. Yes….. I think I am…” he said, as he nodded off again.
This morning, he vaguely remembered he was having a dream – something to do with his brother. Heaven knows what that was all about……. and I have to confess, I am glad I wasn’t in bed with him at the time. I’d have shot out of my skin……. and would certainly have shot out of bed!
This morning then, we were both a bit tired – John, from having had bad dreams and me, from the memory of The Scream. I finally winkled myself out of bed, however, by about half-past eight.
I did a few chores before the shopping came at ten o’clock and then I had to find places to put it away. Re-arranged the contents of the fridge in the process. “You. Will. Fit!” I puffed, as I squeezed yet another item in. John came down and oversaw the process of me furkling in the fridge and apologising for re-arranging that which he had so neatly arranged last week.
After the fun and games of fridge furkling, John went onto the computer and spent a good few hours scratching his head trying to work out whether our Sky deal was really a deal. I left him to it. I went and had a game of badminton.
When I got home, John was nowhere to be seen. I went upstairs to change out of my sportswear, and there he was, bless him, a-snoozing on the bed. I crept out without disturbing him and had a sit down on the sofa downstairs, replacing all those calories I’d used this afternoon with a large packet of Minstrels.
When John came downstairs, he said it had been extremely confusing as to what Sky package we’d now got, because the one we had, had been changed and then changed again. Anyhow, the upshot of it all was that he thinks the deal is a deal, after all. Phew.
This evening was wonderful – for me, anyway. I Zoomed in with the College Crew. With the girls – my dear, dear friends. I know I have said it before, but our friendship is marvellous because, no matter how long ago it was that we last met or saw each other, we fall into a comfortable chat immediately. It’s like putting on a well-worn slipper. Cosy and familiar. Lush.
And there we have it. A day – made up of probably the same components of many of our other days, but just re-arranged enough to keep us interested. Missing the Chester component though.
In COVID news it’s more of the same, too. 36,480 people tested positive for the virus today. 137 people died with it in the community; 45 died in hospitals in the previous 48 hours.
However, the figures of those vaccinated is now creeping up, with almost 90% of the post-16 population vaccinated with their first dose; and 82.5% with both doses. And boosters have begun. There’s hope yet.
Take care everyone. Take care of your precious loved ones. Tell them you love them. God bless.