Good, Better, Best

Good. Better. Best. Never let it rest, Till your Good is Better, And your Better is Best.

We learnt this new saying today when Dawn quoted it while she and Peter were round for coffee. We hadn’t heard it before and we thought it was rather good and something to follow, being as we’re currently in the doldrums! Apparently it’s St Jerome – the chap who translated the Bible into Latin in the Middle Ages.

I had hoped to get to yoga class this morning but couldn’t quite manage all the things you have to do before you get out of the door by nine o’clock, so missed it once again. So I’m not even ‘good’ yet! Hoping to do ‘better’ and get there next week – fingers crossed, anyway.

We had a lovely chat, of course, and thoroughly enjoyed Pete and Dawn’s company this morning. Fortunately, they don’t ask much of us, so there’s no rushing around trying to impress. Although I did apologise for the state of the porch which was still bearing witness to the muddy flood we had before Christmas. “I hope that the next time you come, I might have mopped the floor!” I said, laughing, as they went out of the front door. And do you know what? A miracle happened this afternoon and someone had been and mopped the floor……. there are angels after all! Thank you, Peter!!

John shot off to Tudor Grange Sports Centre at lunchtime after we’d said our goodbyes to Pete and Dawn. He’d been referred to another exercise class to help with his breathing. He had a consultation with them and they agreed to take him on for a six-week course. After that, it’ll be access to the gym under his own steam. That’ll be interesting.

Once John was back, I grabbed the car keys and popped over to Linda and Brendan’s to drop the laptop back to them that they’d lent us months ago, when John was in hospital. I enjoyed a cup of tea and half an hour of their company before I went on to the hairdressers in Kenilworth for a haircut.

Home again, and we watched a programme that John had put on, about the American financial fraudster, Madoff – but we both fell asleep watching it as it ploughed on with its documentary.

We are both amused and bemused at our constant fallings-asleep-on-the-sofa-in-the-afternoons, but we are hopeful that our new regime of walking most days will strengthen us up and it’ll be a thing of the past as Spring emerges in a few weeks time.

And, because I didn’t post any photos at Christmas, I thought I’d post one now. We’re keen to start feeling as happy as we were then……. such a good time we had!

Take care everyone. God bless.