A Lazy Day

A Wednesday is often a very busy day for us – but not today. There were no hospital runs, no babysitting duties and no quiz. However, in their place was a lovely meal out with Richard and Jill at lunchtime. All rather civilised.

I hadn’t slept well and so was awake at the crack of dawn. Despite that, I didn’t get up über early. Neither did John. I mosied on down about 8.30 and John followed about an hour later.

I was busying myself in the kitchen, having a little tidy-up when John suddenly announced that he was going to do the ironing. Well, you could have knocked me down with a feather!!! “Just the easy stuff.” he said. “Have you got any easy stuff?” I nodded. We had. So he off he went.

The iron was shocked to have a different hand on it, too. After about half an hour, John puffed and sighed a bit. “What’s up?” I wondered. “The iron isn’t working…..” he replied. Ah…….. oh……

It turned out that the extension lead we had it plugged into had set up a fault. But wonder of wonders, the iron carried on working after we moved it to a different plug.

John was still ironing when Richard and Jill arrived. I think he was just doing it to impress.

We walked to the White Horse. “Shall we take the route I recommended?” asked Richard. He’d worked out that it was 0.6 through the estate to get there and 0.4 along the Kenilworth Road to come back – a round trip of the perfect mile.

I led the way, and actually created an extra bit for John to walk, so he did more than his mile today. But he managed it very well. Only a few stops along the way and then a welcome pint once he got to the pub.

The food at the pub was good. We had heard conflicting reports about it, but we couldn’t complain and came away with very full bellies. Particularly the men, who ate pie.

We had a lovely afternoon chatting away – well, at least, Jill and I did. The men had their eyes closed, and we were convinced that both of them were asleep at one point, although Richard denied it completely. “I was listening.” he insisted.

Then footie tonight. Not that we were that bothered about who was playing who and who might or might not win. Apparently, it was exciting and right down to the wire in Group C, with Poland going through to next round by having fewer yellow cards…… I always thought winning was to do with goals, but still.

Take care everyone. God bless.