Pottering about

On Sunday, I actually went to church. Physically arrived at the building itself and took part in the service. Wow. It’s a looong time since I did that. People were surprised to see me and even went so far as to say it was was good to see me back. Nice.

In the afternoon, I closeted myself away, leaving John to watch the footie, while I did an online writing course. It was lovely – just me and my pen. Well, and the others on the course too, but they don’t count!!

All in all, a very passable Sunday.

Today, however, has been a funny old day. I gave myself the jitters this morning trying to sort out the fees for Mum’s Care Home. Had very hefty bill from the Council, who are picking up the payments off-set against her house. They need to recoup Mum’s contribution against what they’ve shelled out as a lump sum for their initial payment. Ha! We hadn’t had a refund from the home yet, so that stumped me. Anyway, after a few phone calls it’s all sorted, but I did have the collywobbles for a minute or two.

I then gave myself more collywobbles this afternoon trying to source a reasonably-priced minibus to ferry my Centre Stage friends out for a meal on Saturday. I thought I’d done it, but one of the group was shocked at the cost, so we’ve abandoned that idea. I’ll think about it again tomorrow. More tummy turns incoming……. it’s mad, isn’t it? I used to be such a confident woman!! Ah, well, it’s all good character-building, so they say.

A bit later than intended, I shot over to Kenilworth, on a mission to deliver Advent Calendars for the children. My text message had asked whether the ‘adult children’ would also like Advent Calendars? The reply was clear: “Do bears sxxt in the woods?” I’ve taken that as a ‘Yes’. Hehe.

John stayed at home, recuperating after his exercise class this morning. He’d worked hard and was busy telling me that they’d changed his leg curl regime. I nodded, knowingly, as he started to tell me that he had been doing 3 reps of 12, lifting 7 kilos on each leg. ‘Ah-ha!’ I thought, ‘it was too much,’ and feeling sorry for the old boy. But no. They’ve now got him lifting 14 kilos on each leg……… crikey!!

In the end, I didn’t make it to the Kenilworth Originals. I stayed a while at the Kenilworth Newbies, helping with grandchildren duties while Michael worked up until 7 o’clock. It’s a long day on your own with 2, then 3 children, once William is home from school, isn’t it? Glad to be able to help. It’s always fun with the grandchildren.

And I have now arranged to go to the Kenilworth Originals tomorrow in the afternoon instead. I have a delivery to make with a deadline looming!!!

Take care everyone. God bless.