Thursday? We know what that means…..

There is usually a buzz around a Thursday because it’s bin day! However, for some reason, we were taken unawares today and it wasn’t until this evening that it dawned on us that there would be late night excitement as we shuffled bins from one place to another.

It was a funny day. There were all the daylight hours in which we had no plans. There were vague murmurings in our heads about what we might do, but nothing really concrete.

We lazed in bed this morning, therefore, until gone ten o’clock. I only got out of bed because, as luck would have it, I managed to get an appointment at the doctor’s surgery and needed to be there for 11.00. John snoozed on and got out of bed about 11.15 he tells me, and he was still breakfasting when I got home.

Afterwards, we went for a walk. But gosh, it seemed to be hard work one way and another for John. Go a bit, stop a bit, go a bit, find a bench and so on. One advantage of this method of walking is that it enables you to chat to the passers-by. The conversation usually begins with me saying, ‘Oh, what a gorgeous dog….’ and then we go from there. Dog-owners love to talk about their dogs, we have found.

Mid-stride and mid-walk, John’s phone rang. We were busy giggling about me trying to fish the phone from John’s trouser pocket when I answered the call – and thank goodness it was Michael and not some medic or other on a professional call. We giggled some more as we explained that we were walking and we’d phone him back once we were home. “Speak to you tomorrow then,” he grinned.

When we did eventually phone back and spoke to Michael and Danielle, we finally articulated our plans: I was going to go to the garden centre; John was going to potter in the garage. Ha! Ha! No sooner was there a suggestion that we might call in to the Kenilworth Newbies, however, than we deemed our plans no longer that important, and we’re absolutely on for a visit. “No, honestly, we’ll be over in half an hour.” we insisted. Seriously, pottering in the garage and the garden centre visit could be delayed.

We nipped over to Kenilworth to view William’s room. Having decorated Michael and Danielle’s and then Thomas’s room, William was feeling left out. No worries, we’ll slap some dinosaur paper up in the wink of an eye. Plan agreed and schedule set, we came away from Kenilworth excited to be helping to get everywhere ready for when the baby arrives. Oh, and we brought some washing home with us to do ready for the new baby, as well. It’s all systems go!

Home once more, I shot off to the garden centre and John thought he might have a look and see what he could do in the garage for a few minutes, before we got ourselves ready to go out for the evening.

We had an absolutely cracking evening round at Margaret and Chris’s. This invitation to spend the evening together was to compensate for our aborted attempt at Christmas, when we had to cut proceedings short within half an hour of arriving, due to a dash over to Kenilworth to babysit unexpectedly when Harriet’s father died.

Margaret and Chris are very good hosts and we were well fed and watered – well, wined….. pink Prosecco, delicious white wine and the mellowest red wine all on offer. Don’t mind if we do.

On a day when we really weren’t sure what we were going to do, we ended up having a very full day – and very enjoyable it was, too. And, shhh…… don’t tell anyone but John had fun on the scooter there and back to Margaret and Chris’s, whizzing along at high speed……

Take care everyone. God bless.