Back to it….

Blogging is a bit hit and miss just now. Wiped out by Covid for most of January, I thought I was on the mend and had three days in a row this week where I thought we were on the up. Ha! So much for that hopeful thought!

I had a horrible headache and wobbly vision on Thursday; felt washed out on Friday; and not a great deal better today. Although, I have to say, that Michael bringing the children for a short visit to our house this morning cheered us both up.

John is feeling a lot better Covid-wise and has tested negative for the dreaded lurgy, but he’s not feeling wonderful. It’s often the way at this time of the year. And, of course, he is totally fed up of being an invalid. We can’t decide if the lethargy comes from not doing anything very much, or from feeling under weather and not wanting to do anything.

For example, Centre Stage have been putting on their panto. I was disappointed not to have gone to see it last weekend, but promised myself that we’d make it this weekend once we were feeling better. But when it came to it, we had no energy to get ourselves out of the door this evening. Arrgghhh!!!

Ah well, we keep plodding on and are sure things will look up soon. The nights are drawing out and the weather is just a bit warmer so we’ll welcome that and trust that we settle on an even keel as the Spring arrives.

John had a hospital visit yesterday and took himself there, leaving me in bed to snooze on. Mid-morning, however, I was delighted to hear the door go, footsteps come up the stairs and see Paul pop his head round the bedroom door. He had come to keep me company for a hour or so until John got back. How thoughtful of him. Very much appreciated.

The trip to the hospital wasn’t a great success though and John came home disappointed. He had been hoping to get shot of his plumbing works and undergo a trial yesterday, but they hummed and hawed and finally sent him away telling him they’d need to discuss his case further with the consultant. So hard to deal with and live with.

In the meantime, the roofers have been clattering about above us, knocking old mortar from the ridge tiles and re-setting them anew. They have more or less finished, and will come back on Monday to tidy up the last bits and pieces. We’re not sure when the scaffolding will come down though and we’ll have the satellite dish working again. Watch this space.

Flowers from Graham and Gail to cheer us up this week though…..

Take care everyone. God bless.