Journeying

“What time do you want to leave to go back to Cambridge, Andrew?” we asked yesterday. “Erm… around 10 o’clock?” he suggested, tentatively. We grinned and snorted a bit. “Ten o’clock?” “Erm…. well, 11 o’clock, then?” That was more like it. Not only would Andrew be awake and perhaps up, but John thought he would also be in the land of those awake, too.

I wondered if Andrew wanted me to do any ironing for him before he left. “If I am up and about, I can do some before you leave,” I said, confidently. Nah….. you’re alright, no ironing needed, thank you. Crumpled clothes’ll do………

At six o’clock this morning, I heard a kerfuffle. Uh-oh……. I hopped out of bed and shot downstairs, to find John calmly watching the cricket on the telly in the kitchen, as he spooned granola into his mouth for breakfast. “Oh,” I said, “I thought I heard you wheezing.” John looked at me scornfully, “I’m just watching the cricket….” I went back to bed and slept some more.

The alarm went off at 8 o’clock. Hmmm…. no ironing to do; we’re not setting off until 11…… I’ll get up in a bit….. I’ll just switch the alarm off….

At eleven o’clock, John roused me. “Anne! You know it’s eleven o’clock, don’t you?” Whaaaaat? I was just in the middle of the most interesting dream….how dare you wake me up? Oh! Did you say it was eleven o’clock? Crikey!!

As it turned out, John had only just got up and Andrew was still emerging from his bed, too. And in the end, we had a full English brunch before we thought about journeying over to Cambridge.

Andrew and I flitted about, getting stuff ready to pack into the car while John had a rest on the sofa. Well, I say a rest….by the time we were ready to go, he was in a deep sleep. I shook him awake and asked if he’d rather stay at home. He nodded and, bleary-eyed, said, “Yes, do you mind? Can you manage on your own?” I could manage, no worries.

We had a good journey over to Cambridge, if not as swift as I’d have liked – there were so many slow lorries and cars in front of me…… and we arrived just before three. We had a quick cuppa before I turned round and came home again. Another excellent journey home, and I was home before five.

I thought I deserved an evening just sitting on the sofa watching the box, so that’s what John and I did, imbibing wine and scoffing chocolates as we relaxed. Nice.

And that was it. Our day’s journey. Not quite sure where it has got us, but I do know that I enjoyed seeing sparrow hawks on the A14 as a bit of a treat….

All of that took my mind off any emerging news today, and I worried about nothing.

But just for the record: 178,250 people tested positive for COVID today; 229 people died with the virus; 2,434 people were admitted to hospital; and 82 people died in hospitals in the last 48 hours with it.

Susie Dent’s word of the day: ‘bamblusterate’ (19th century): to try to deceive or mislead – a blend of ‘bamboozle’ and ‘bluster’.

Hehe! Good one, eh?

Take care everyone. God bless.

2 thoughts on “Journeying”

  1. All the family gone home and back getting on with their lives – feels like Christmas really is over now xx

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