A sort out

What excitement to have eldest son come over and help us put things back in our dining room cupboards this morning! What a blessing, too!

It wasn’t exactly like the Stacy Solomon ‘Sort-Your-Life-Out’ show, although Paul did suggest that we cut our belongings by 50%. I couldn’t quite do that, but he was able to persuade me to part with some of the stuff and take a bootful away to the charity shop. I mean, how many liqueur glasses do we really need? “But those were Nanans!” I pleaded, to no avail. Sentiment? Pah!

So, we’re nearly there on the dining room front. I won’t be boring you with it for much longer – just an additional coat of paint on the cornice, then the wallpaper to hang – and boom! It’ll be done!

Mind you, we’re also waiting for the electrician to come and finalise the plugs for us and hang the light-fitting……. wonder when that will be? ‘I’ll phone you tomorrow,’ he texted yesterday. Still awaiting the phone call, of course.

So that was my day – fiffing and faffing about in the dining room while John pottered on with some technical jobs. For example, he began to mend the wheel/tyre on the tricycle Paul had brought over. Thwarted on that though, as the pump has lost its end bit – he’s waiting for a new one to arrive in the post now.

He then set up the water butt that we’ve had for ages in anticipation of rain….. and we’ve actually had some this evening. I don’t know about John, but I am quite excited to go and have a look in the water butt tomorrow morning to see how much it’s collected!

Disappointingly, as he was doing the job, John moved one of the bistro chairs out of the way and one of the legs promptly dropped off! I wasn’t actually surprised. It had felt wobbly to me this morning as I sat on it. Ah well, another hunt will be on for a replacement, no doubt.

I think John also had a tinker on his car this morning, too, so he’s had quite a busy day!

We both collapsed at tea-time, having worked hard all day, and we settled to watch a bit of TV. I like to watch the athletics and swimming at the European Championships – John not so much, but he allowed it – and we had a comfortable hour or two just sitting in front of the box.

That is, until John reminded me that he’d mislaid his hearing aid. He was sure he’d lost it in his chair when he fell asleep yesterday. Could we find the darned thing? No….. we spent a good while hunting all around for it until, in the end, I said I’d do a methodical search tomorrow morning while he’s at the hospital for treatment.

One last push to find it? “Help me lift the chair forward,” John said. I helped, not expecting any result at all. “No,” I shook my head, “it’s not under there.” But eagle-eyed, John exclaimed, “There it is!” And sure enough, it was nestling at the very base of the chair just inside a fold of leather. Phew!

That’s what we call a success story these days……. finding something that is lost!

Take care everyone. God bless.