A Wet Wednesday

Goodness me! Hasn’t it rained a lot today? Every time I have looked out of the window it seems to have been lashing down. So it seemed a good job that John and I changed our plans for today last night.

It was ‘immunoglobulin day’ today and John had thought he’d drive himself across to Heartlands and walk from the car park to get his walk/steps in. I agreed and said that was fine, as I could walk up to Oakes’ to meet up with the church girls for breakfast.

Then I had a thought: “Perhaps we should check the weather forecast for tomorrow, John. We don’t want to be walking in pouring rain.” John was confident that he’d be OK as most of the walk would be indoors. But then, a little while later, feeling rather tired at the end of the day, anticipating an early start, a long-ish drive in the morning traffic and some treatment, John thought better of it and confirmed we’d do our normal arrangements. We were pleased we did, as we would both have got very wet during our perambulations!

The normal plans were nearly overthrown however, when I took a phone call from Michael early this morning to see if I could help with the children. Danielle had had another awful night and was in pain from her tooth extraction. Michael was due to drive to Stafford, which would leave Danielle without a car – and she needed to get across to Leamington to consult the dentist. Unfortunately, I couldn’t help unless John got an Uber to Birmingham.

In the end, Paul did the school run with William, and Michael took the day off to ferry Danielle to Leamington and to parent the children. “Family first,” Michael’s boss told him. What an enlightened manager. Hurrah for that.

Knowing that the situation was all under control in Kenilworth, I spent a very happy couple of hours in Oakes’ café with the church girls to say a little ‘farewell’ to Sandra who is leaving the parish after Easter, as she and Father Peter retire. We had a lovely time together, chatting and putting the world to rights.

I collected John at mid-day from Heartlands and it was once again pouring with rain. The roads had many large puddles in them and there was plenty of spray coming up from the other vehicles. We were glad to get home safe to a nice warm house!

The afternoon rolled on and we lazed about – both feeling tired. Michael phoned to see how we were doing. But, in my mind and more to the point, how was Danielle doing? Michael told us that the dentist had prescribed antibiotics for her, as she has an infection, so we are hoping that they will work quickly. At the moment though, it’s still horrible pain for her.

Paul phoned. “OK for us to come over for tea?” he asked. Of course it was!! Paul and Freddie came and cooked the most delicious meal, but they left Harriet at home because she was going to play hockey this evening – I wonder if she got wet? I hope not.

By the time Paul and Freddie arrived, John and I were celebrating small wins. My favourite extension lead had given up the ghost, so John looked into mending it. It wasn’t straightforward at all, but he did it. It transpired that there was a broken wire two inches from the end of the cable. Snip! Snip! And a bit of re-wiring, and it was done. Thank you very much, John!

My small win was replacing a titchy little battery in the food probe. Hehe. You’ve got get pleasure where you can, haven’t you?

Quiz Night tonight and great fun had by all – nice to see everyone again and to chat – and especially to do that very British thing of bemoaning the weather. Can’t beat it!

Take care everyone. God bless.