I was up early this morning ready for an appointment at the mobile breast screening clinic. Regrettably, when I got there, it was no-go. The generator had a mind of its own and switched itself on, then off at regular, three-minute intervals. “I am sorry,” said the nurse, “but we can’t do any x-rays until it’s sorted. Do you want to re-book?” There being no choice, all three ladies waiting, re-booked.
Home again, and a text message from the Sutton Sleaths to say that William had been poorly overnight but seemed better now, and Danielle had also been poorly. Michael felt iffy. Hmm…. I thought I’d better phone Dave and Chris. We were planning to go over for lunch, but obviously needed to let them know we’d been in contact with the dreaded lurgy. We agreed that visiting probably wasn’t the best thing to do, given the circumstances, so we postponed our visit.
John, meanwhile, having had a nice lie-in, got himself up and dressed in his best togs, before I had chance to tell him that we were staying at home. “Never mind,” he said, “probably the right thing to do.” So he’s been smart all day – which has been nice.
My intention this morning was to watch the church service. Normally it’s at 9.30, but in the newsletter that’s emailed round to us all it said the service would be available at 10.50. I assumed, therefore, that the service was at 11.00. Hmmm…. got the wrong end of the stick, I think, and it was a recording at 10.50. Ho-hum. That was alright, but the timings weren’t quite what I’d planned.
I watched it anyway and it gave me food for thought on doing our bit for climate change. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by that, though, to be honest. Still, looking on the bright side, we haven’t been using the tumble dryer because we haven’t bought a replacement hose yet. So that’s a contribution to reducing energy expenditure, isn’t it?
With our plans thwarted today, we spent the rest of the day mostly goggling the box. I had a book beside me which I read intermittently, as well – ‘Reasons to stay alive’ by Matt Haig (better than the title suggests)……… John inspected the back of his eyelids for some of the time, waking up for our evening meal, and then back to the detailed inspection of his eyelids until he perked up to watch the Grand Prix. All in all, a relaxing afternoon. Neither of us had the energy for much more. Me, with my toothache and he, with his chest.
The COVID situation continues apace with cases high in numbers. Not quite as high as recently, but still too many, and we need to be cautious – even around our loved ones, despite whatever the MPs might think.
Look after yourselves and those you love, everyone. God bless.