More blues….

Yesterday was a ‘nothing-very-much’ day for me. John was in fine fettle however, feeling the relief from having got through the biopsy on Wednesday with no trauma. So, John got his skates on and started the heavy job of fitting a new radiator in the dining room.

I have been dragging my feet a bit on the dining room, unable to make any decisions about anything. But, spurred on by John sorting out the radiator, I toddled off to B & Q to see if there was any wallpaper or paint I fancied.

I am awfully old-fashioned, of course, and expected to see wallpaper books to browse through. Hahahaha. Not a chance. A few rolls of wallpaper to choose from on the stands and that was it. As it happened, I did find one or two I quite liked, so brought them home for John’s opinion.

This morning I felt lousy – it was difficult to get going on anything much and I was fighting my demons all morning. I couldn’t get myself suited and booted for yoga, so texted Jaime at the last minute to say I wasn’t going to class.

John, meanwhile, was having a bit of a snooze in bed. I wafted about a bit and then, in the end, I decided to do that ‘displacement activity’ exercise whereby you are so busy you haven’t any time or space to acknowledge the demons, let alone fight them.

I ploughed through the lounge vacuuming and floor-mopping, before tackling the same again in the hall and then the kitchen. John was busy trying to find where the pipes went in the dining room ready to plumb the radiator in, before giving his attention to the Lotus again, bending a piece of metal for a window-fitting. That job initially went well – until he welded something to wrong side and had to start all over again.

Tomorrow, I aim to actually start painting the dining room. Get ready for the huffs and puffs as I bemoan all the prep required, folks……..

At tea-time, we had the unexpected pleasure of the Kenilworth Newbies descending on us. They have bought a new car and we were keen to see it, so they brought it round. The children were high with excitement, showing us the inside of the car and chattering away the whole time about all the nooks and crannies there were to see. Delightful.

Thomas, mind you, is obsessed with cars and would spend all his living moments in them at the moment. He hates having to leave the car and wails loudly, imploring to get back in. I mean, he couldn’t walk past the Lotus without exploring it…….. Bless him.

I had cooked our tea, so Michael nipped up to the shops to buy pizza for the family and we had a chaotic, but enjoyable tea together. The boys and I sat up at the breakfast bar, while the grown-ups sat at the table. The breakfast bar holds a particular allure for the boys as the bar stools swivel round… and round…. and round….. great fun.

All too soon it was time for them to go. We waved and waved and waved them goodbye, blowing kisses to the boys as Danielle drove off the drive. Lovely. Their visit had cheered me up no end. Fingers crossed that my cheered-up mood lasts, and the demons take a back seat tomorrow.

Take care everyone. God bless.