Palm Sunday

I had originally planned to go to church today, being as it’s Palm Sunday, but I baulked at the idea when I heard that the seating had been reassembled so that people are now sitting together, masks are no longer required and, obviously, no-one is doing LFTs any more. I know it seems like I am making a big thing of it all, but with John unlikely to have much more immunity to COVID than when it all started, it still feels like his life depends on us continuing to be careful.

Instead, I thought I’d watch the service on YouTube, but when it came to it, I didn’t seem able to find it this morning……(ha! found it now though!!!) and so took the dog a walk over the fields. It was a glorious morning again with the sun shining, the sky as blue as blue and the air quite warm. Mid-field and mid-walk I heard the church bell tolling, calling people to prayer just before 9.30, and I thought of everyone remembering Jesus’ triumphant entry into Jerusalem. The congregation usually parades in the streets on Palm Sunday with a pony and I wondered this year if they had mustered one. I don’t know, but I expect I shall find out.

When I got home, there was a paper bag of Easter goodies for the children on the doorstep. I don’t know who brought them, but again, I expect I shall find out. I was very touched anyway by the gesture, whoever it was who left the bag.

John was watching the Grand Prix when I came in and it looked quite an exciting event. We reminisced about our time in Australia, John having been to the Grand Prix in Melbourne with Andrew and Graham, and one of Graham’s friends, Rod. It’s lovely to re-visit these experiences even if they are remote and via a TV channel.

Before the race ended, I decided to sort my hair out and cook the Sunday lunch. Lunch at lunchtime for a change…..

I had originally planned to visit Mum this afternoon, but I took a phone call from the home to say ‘don’t come’. Mum has a cough, had stayed in bed all morning and told the carers that she didn’t want visitors. The girl who phoned me blithely told me that ‘several of the residents have a cough…..’ Hmmmm……. They are going to get the doctor to check Mum out tomorrow. That’ll be interesting – I wonder how the doctor will do that remotely?

As I wasn’t going over to visit Mum, I thought I’d have a glass (or two) of Prosecco as an aperitif before lunch and a glass of wine with lunch. Naturally, I slept for much of the afternoon…… John slept too. Oh, and I think the dog joined in.

Mac and I went for another little walk around the ‘new’ estate early evening, but we had a bit of a kerfuffle when we came back. Mac thought he’d like to eat the cats of course……

He’d had such an idea already this morning. The cats were outside, sunning themselves when I opened the back door; I had Mac on the extendable lead but hadn’t notched it short, so he galloped out and chased Shadow while Rio watched on, disdainfully, from the box where we store the cushions. Needless to say, by the time I’d taken Mac back in the house, the cats were long gone and I wasn’t able to pop them up in the attic room for safety.

Half-way through the day Rio came sauntering in so I scooped him up and put him upstairs. Shadow was nowhere to be seen – until this evening when John was doing the washing up. Shadow, having had nothing to eat all day, came in for his tea; Mac obviously smelt his presence and starting woofing and scrabbling at the kitchen door. Fortunately, John had had the forethought to put a doorstop under the door because Mac can open every single door in the house. As I shooed Mac away, were those some bared teeth I saw? Hmmmm……. a rolled up newspaper to show him is called for, I reckon. I mean, we can’t have that sort of behaviour, can we?

Sunday. A day of rest. And that’s more or less what we did today. Just rest. Nice one, eh?

Take care everyone. God bless.