Prep

I have always said that I am not keen on prep – especially of the decorating kind. However, today I was doing some prep that I really didn’t mind. It’s all in aid of helping get things ready for grandchild Number 7.

Danielle has been given a date for admission mid-April, and so we are washing baby and toddler clothes as well as clothes for Danielle to fit into after the baby is born. Oh, and sorting out odd socks. Goodness me, why is it that children take off one sock and throw it into the ether, never to be found again?? We have a bagful of odd socks to which, ever optimistic, we think we might find a mate. Hehehe – some hope.

So today I was ploughing through the washing, drying and pressing of clothes ready for them to placed, at the ready, into wardrobes, drawers, cupboards and tallboys.

I was uninterrupted in my task because John is feeling under the weather and stayed in bed for much of the day. We are confident he is not suffering from COVID because we’ve done oodles of Lateral Flow Tests and sent off a PCR, about which no-one has phoned to tell him to take the anti-viral drugs. Well, no-one has phoned yet, anyway.

We did agree that it might be wise to start the emergency anti-biotics though, ‘just in case’, as he is coughing well and it sounds like whatever he’s caught is on his chest. We’ll see how we go.

I had promised to go over to the Kenilworth Newbies this afternoon to help put the children to bed. Michael was having a well-deserved night out with his PhD cohort and, although the children are easy, a second pair of hands always helps when you are heavily pregnant, doesn’t it?

John made it downstairs about half past two and ensconced himself in his chair wrapped in a blanket. He didn’t feel well enough to go out with me however, so I delayed my visit for a couple of hours in order to minister to him a bit. Before I went, I left him strict instructions to drink plenty of water and to cook a ready-meal in the microwave. He was happy to do that, so off I toddled.

As usual, I acted my shoe size and not my age when I arrived in Kenilworth, playing with the children to my heart’s content. And come bedtime, I thoroughly enjoyed reading the bedtime stories – including some old favourites: Shirley Hughes’ ‘Chatting’ for Thomas; and Beatrix Potter’s Squirrel Nutkin & Mrs Tiggywinkle for William. Brought back such very happy and fond memories…..

A good day for me, not so good for John who was already back in bed when I got home at about nine o’clock. Hopefully, a good night’s sleep will improve how he feels and he’ll be bit better tomorrow. I mean, he’s got to keep going on the walks, hasn’t he? No lounging about in bed, for goodness’ sake……..

Take care everyone. God bless.