Weary….

It’s been a few days since I blogged. Mostly because I have been feeling weary and too tired at night to tap away at the keyboard – and had no inclination to start the blog earlier. Ah, well – I am sure I’ll feel better again soon. Fingers crossed.

I suppose weariness is no surprise given that we’ve been moving furniture out of our bedroom ready for a new carpet to be laid, and been painting the skirting board and the windowsills. Not only that, but the upstairs seems to be in a permanent muddle and I’m overwhelmed with it now!

Anyway, the carpet was successfully laid on Thursday and we are delighted with the result. John thinks I should repaint the walls now though, to match……

I spent a little bit of time putting furniture back into the bedroom on Friday, but I abandoned the job half way through the day because I had an appointment at ‘The Spa’ in Leamington. Hehe. How very lovely. Courtesy of Harriet and Paul’s Christmas gift of a voucher, I took myself off there to have my hands and feet sorted and a splash of paint put on my nails.

It was really lovely. Ellie, our granddaughter, works there as a receptionist and it was smashing to see her all professional in her workplace.

Meanwhile, John had been tinkering with the car a little bit, watching TV a little bit and then running me backwards and forwards to the garage while the VW was in for a service. Things are very expensive these days, aren’t they? And about to get more expensive as the chap at the garage had some ‘advisories’ for me. New brakes and tyres…… eeesh.

Yesterday we dolled ourselves up to the nines to go to my friend, Anita’s daughter, Jo’s wedding. What a lovely time we had. And how beautiful everyone looked. Gorgeous dresses and suits everywhere in evidence. But in particular, the bride – and Anita herself – stole the show.

Jo came into the hall on Anita’s arm and how poignant that walk down the aisle was. So dignified, elegant and proud. I don’t think I was the only one who had a tissue to hand.

The ceremony wouldn’t have been complete without a mention of Jo’s Dad, Ian, of course, and on the back of the order of service there was a tribute to him, ‘In Loving Memory’, with a quote from Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman’s ‘Good Omens’:

"Don't think of it as dying" said Death.
"Just think of it as leaving early to avoid the rush."

Crikey – that brought on a few more tears. Memories of a very dear friend and knowing how proud he would have been of his very successful and beautiful daughter.

Regrettably, as now seems to be the usual, I failed to take loads of photos. We were so busy nattering to people that I quite forgot to get the camera out until the last minute, so no photos of Jo in all her beauty, but I did manage to snap Anita, in all her beauty, with Ian’s aunty and cousin……

However, lots of people did take photos of Jo, didn’t they? Here is the happy couple, Jo and Rob, both looking radiant.

We stayed overnight at a Premier Inn near the wedding venue and on the way back home today decided to call into the Heart of the Country shopping mall on the A38, where I happened upon a Seasalt shop and bought myself a few new tops. Nice.

“Straight home now?” I asked John, as I joined him in the car where he’d been patiently waiting for me. “Yep,” he said, “Getting tired now.” I agreed. Me, too. So we set off…. only to think that the furniture shop we wanted to visit was in Tamworth and, as we were nearby……. well, shall we call in?

We did. And bought ourselves a new dining table and chairs. Delivery in 8 to 10 weeks. “And that’s good.” said the salesman patting himself on the back for such a swift delivery time….. really? Fingers crossed it all works when we get it in the room!

Take care everyone. God bless.