Thursday already?

Crikey, the week has zipped past and we’ll soon be saying ‘Good Morning’ to Friday already! We’ve put the bins out – which normally classes as excitement for the week but not this week – there’s been far more thrilling things on the horizon.

We are still doing a spot of baby-sitting over in Kenilworth until Danielle is all healed up, and so we spent a good part of Tuesday and early Wednesday there. We were at home just minding our own business on Wednesday evening when a phone call came in from Michael. He’d had to take Danielle down to The University Hospital Coventry, for someone to look at her wound. It had come unzipped and a clean-up job, plus antibiotics, was in order.

I was just about to sit down and do the blog when we downed tools. Lily had stepped into the breach and offered to babysit, but the trip was taking far longer than anticipated so we were on the late shift. We arrived just before ten o’clock and I took Lily home before we settled in for an evening of TV.

Michael had said we could stay over if we would like to, especially as they weren’t sure how long they would be, so we took our overnight bags. By midnight, we were wondering whether to get our pyjamas on or not. “We’ll give it another hour,” we said. Just after one o’clock, Danielle texted to say they’d finally been seen and attended to and so would be on their way. They finally rolled in just after 1.30 a.m.

It’s never dull here, is it?

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, John has had a week of ups and downs – feeling under the weather until the tablet that was missing finally kicks in and puts him back on an even keel. But it’s not just that. It’s the frustration with the broken NHS. Not only has nobody been looking at teeth and oral health, but it seems the prostate people have been having a sluggish time too.

Having been promised, in March, that the consultant would be in touch in 3-4 weeks, there’s been a deathly silence. We’ve tried to shake them up but the consultant ‘has been on holiday’ and although John is on the waiting list for a biopsy, there are no dates yet available and none planned. So says the anaesthetist. It doesn’t do you any good, does it, all this waiting about and the unknown? It certainly hasn’t done John much good this week anyway.

However, my go-to solution for anxiety is displacement activity. So that’s more or less what I did today. I spent the morning having a good clean round and took out some of my frustrations on scrubbing and swilling and polishing. And later on, ironing.

John went for a walk this morning to try and control his anxiety and then, this afternoon he had all the pleasure of another COVID jab.

I spent a happy forty minutes chatting to George this afternoon as he solved all my problems on the computer via remote control. Isn’t technology amazing? You don’t actually have to have the expert physically in the room with you these days. Marvellous.

About three o’clock we toddled down to Pete and Dawn’s for a cuppa and to hear how all the preparations for the weekend are going. Quite well, I think, but like every Mother of the Bride, Dawn keeps thinking up jobs for Pete to do. Hehehe!

The bridesmaids, the bride and the mother-in-law are all descending on Pete and Dawn to get ready for the BIG DAY and, as they do these days, the girls are having breakfast in their special PJs and dressing gowns. The dressing gowns were hung up, but a bit crumpled having just come out of their wrappers, so I set on to iron them smooth. I mean, you can hardly have the girls looking creased in the photos, now can you?

And so our day has flashed past again, with me peering into the future of tomorrow and wondering how I am going to fit it all in…..gone are the days when we thought we’d got plenty of time. Hey ho.

Take care everyone. God bless.

By the way, Susie Dent’s Word of the Day is ‘misken‘ (15th century): to refuse to recognise something by pretending it’s not happening. Can’t think what she’s referring to………