A bit of snow…..

I was keen to go into the Jewellery Quarter in Birmingham this morning. After two years of not doing anything much on Mum’s stuff other than having stored it, I thought I’d check out a few strings of pearls to see if they were real or not. I had found a small box with an inscription in it, written by my Dad: ‘Pearls for a pearl’, and I was hoping that at least one string of the pearls might be the one. Unfortunately, no. All the pearls were simply modern costume jewellery. Ah well.

We had decided to brave the journey, despite the gentle fall of snow from the sky. “Do you think we are foolish to go, John?” I asked. “No,” he replied. “It’s just a smattering and not going to last long.” He was right, of course, and our trip was uneventful.

On the way home, we called into a warehouse in Tyseley which dealt in all things e-movable. He’d seen them advertise a wheelchair that he thought might be better than what he’d got, for transporting in the car. It turned out to be the case, so we’re thinking of getting one. We’ll have a different wheelchair for every season then…..hehehe……

Home again and, because of the miserable-looking sky which had started to drop heavy snowflakes, I thought I’d light a fire. Something to cheer us up. John had gone very quiet on the journey home and I’d wondered if it was something I’d said. He told me that he was just fed up of everything. Nothing is easy; everything hurts; and life is very difficult.

The open fire was warm in a cool house and John had a nap. I hoped he’d feel better for having a sleep but he didn’t really. Despite the blues, he perked up a little bit when the Kenilworth Sleaths arrived at tea-time. While their kitchen is being built, they’ve scheduled a Wednesday for tea at our house. Paul prepped and cooked the meal which was a very nice fish pie, thank you.

After the Kenilworth Sleaths had departed, we got ready for Quiz Night. Neither of us were sure that John would stay the course, but he did – right to the very end. Not only that, but he had plenty of the answers too, which was rather good. Mind you, we’re all at the stage of, if in doubt the answer required is going to be Robert Walpole; or the name will be Dave; or the organ is likely to be the brain….

In the meantime, the family we busy on the WhatsApp sending messages to and fro and sharing photos. I was delighted that someone had captured Sunday’s birthday tea, so here we are – ‘happy birthday’ singing for Paul!

Take care everyone. God bless.