Where’s the sun?

I woke up at a reasonable time this morning and knew that the dawn had broken. The birds were singing their heads off and the light was creeping under the blackout blinds. But I knew it wasn’t sunshine. Nevertheless, I raised the blinds in hope. Nope. No sunshine. Just a grey sky and a damp garden. Ah well, I thought, maybe it will brighten up later.

Regrettably, the sun has been notable by its absence today. We have had plenty of dark skies and several bouts of rainfall. There was one moment when the sun peeped through the clouds as John and I walked up to the dry cleaners in Kenilworth. It was so warm that it caused us to comment on its heat. But two minutes later it had gone and we were commenting on the cool air instead.

I wonder when we are going to get some lush weather? I could do with a bit of sit out on the swinging chair in the garden with my book. Maybe tomorrow? It’s the first day of June tomorrow – surely we are in for some decent weather soon and we can cast the clouts……

We scrambled ourselves ready this morning to nip over to the Kenilworth Newbies to babysit for an hour while Michael and Danielle went to look for a car. They came back not having bought one. However, we think they may have narrowed down the choice of carriage to accommodate their larger-than-expected brood. Fingers crossed that a decent vehicle comes on the market shortly.

On the way home, as it was nearly lunchtime, I suggested we go to Oakes Farm for a bite to eat. John has been feeling particularly miserable in recent days as he frets about the situation with his prostate cancer. Not having heard from the consultant, we have been pestering the secretary and anyone else who would listen. In the absence of anything sensible from the NHS, John has been investigating private consultations to see what can be done.

This morning, however, it was the GP John contacted, and he was actually quite helpful, revealing that he had had the results of the MRI scan (which we haven’t received) but they weren’t as positive as we had hoped. Then, out of the blue, a text message came through, announcing an appointment for John to have a ‘pre-operative assessment’ by phone next Tuesday. We’ll see what’s what then but, in the meantime, John is all over the shop with anxiety, as you can imagine. Not sure I’m a lot of help but I am trying to keep an even keel on things as best as I can.

Meanwhile, John has been determined to do a bit on his car this afternoon. This time, it was sorting out a wiring harness for the door of the Lotus. This involved lots of soldering and fiddling with tiny bits of wire. John has a specialist tool for the job and a large box of little connectors, all different colours, to play with.

He decided to play with it all at the breakfast bar in the kitchen. I was in the lounge when I heard a clunk and a tinkling of something all over the floor, followed by, “Oh, sh*t!!!” As I rounded the corner of the kitchen, I saw all the pretty-coloured connectors strewn all over the floor. Ha! We then spent a happy hour together at the breakfast bar – John with his soldering iron working on his wiring harness, and me with a pair of tweezers encouraging the connectors back into their respective homes in the box. Eeeh, we do live an exciting life!

In between times, I have been pottering about with a bit of housework and intermittently watching (or fast-forwarding) the tennis. Some of the matches have been fabulous – and the standard of play absolutely stunning – so I am enjoying watching.

And there we are. Another day over. And tomorrow, I start my 30-Day Yoga Challenge to raise money for Cancer Research. Thank you to everyone who has donated. I am thrilled because every penny helps.

The link for donations is here if there is anyone else happy to add to the coffers of research that only charity currently funds. Or, at least, I don’t think Cancer Research gets any/much money from the government, do they?

https://fundraise.cancerresearchuk.org/page/annes-yoga-challenge-giving-page-9

Take care everyone. God bless.