A funny old day

It’s been a funny old day. One in which neither of us wanted to get out of bed, but when we did, there were deliveries to manage on the door step before taking delivery of Mac at the end of the day……

In the end, John brought me a cup of tea about ten o’clock. I’d been awake since 7, but read my book, Kate Atkinson’s ‘Life after Life’, for the next two and a half hours, consoling myself that I was under the weather and a rest in bed was absolutely in order. John just said he was tired so was definitely entitled to stay in bed.

We had our bacon butties and cup of tea out on the patio though, as it was such a lovely morning. The sun was shining brightly and the air was warm, so it was just the most delightful thing to do. John told me about the rough night he had had, and how he’d been struggling to breathe. “Let’s do your oxygen levels,” I said, and ran upstairs to retrieve the oximeter. John popped it on his finger. “The battery must be dead,” he said, “There’s no reading…” I tried it on me. It was fine. We tried it on several of John’s fingers. There was no reading at all. “It’s telling us that you’re dead,” I joked, “as there is nothing at all!” We laughed. “I think your fingers are too cold,” I continued, “Let’s go into the house.”

We tucked John’s hands into all sorts of areas of the body to try and warm his fingers up and, finally, we got a reading that satisfied me that he was still alive, and didn’t need to be trundled off to hospital. But, to be honest, his chest is giving him a bit of trouble just now, so inhalers are at the ready.

We took delivery of the Tesco shopping at lunchtime. John had done the order and it is always exciting when he does it because we never quite know what we’re going to get. But the ‘boy done good’ and we are set up again for a week or two now.

Soon after the Tesco delivery, we took delivery of paper goods. ‘Who Gives A Crap’ delivered loo rolls, paper towels and tissues. “Oh, blimey,” said John, “where are you going to put that lot?” I must confess, for a moment or two I was daunted. “I shall create space in the old utility room,” I said, stoutly. So I did, and it’s all good.

For five minutes, I had a sit-down. John went into the garage to tinker with the car, having been dissuaded from going for another walk until his chest is a bit better. Before long, (it seemed no longer than five minutes) it was time to go over to the Kenilworth Sleaths to babysit Freddie for an hour or so, and bring Mac back with me for the week.

Freddie was an angel and very, very good company. He played on Minecraft for a while until the parental controls kicked in on his tablet, and then he and I sat, companionably, at the table and drew pictures. It was fabulous. We had great fun.

Meanwhile, the Kenilworth Newbies had decided to pop over to see Grandpa. I got a phone call. “We’re thinking of a take-away…..?” Well, I wouldn’t say ‘no’, of course, so the boys had fish fingers and we had an Indian. Lush, eh?

At about half-past eight, Paul rang. “Do you have a suitcase we can borrow?” Well, of course!! “What size do you need?” Hahahaha. He’s a man! How would he know what size they needed? “Would you like to phone my wife to check?” he said. As luck would have it, the Kenilworth Newbies were just leaving. Paul was beside himself with glee. They could drop it off (please) and he didn’t have to come over and collect it!! Woohoo!!

Serendipity!

Take care everyone. Covid cases are estimated to be 1 in 13 people just now and this wave is almost at its peak. God bless.