Operation: Clear Up!

The dishwasher has worked overtime today and it’s still not finished!! I think we used every plate, bowl, knife, fork and spoon we had yesterday, when the family were round, and today we’ve been shoveling them into the dishwasher at a vast rate of knots in an attempt to have something to eat off today.

Mind you, I wasn’t fussed about how fast we did anything at all. I was all for catching up on the TV programmes we’d recorded and intermittently toddling into the kitchen to do a bit of a tidy-up. Watch this space folks. It’s still ongoing…..

This morning we emerged from our beds just before ten o’clock to make our way down to the doctor’s surgery for our shingles jabs. That may be one reason why John’s feeling under the weather. Who knows?

We were a little while at the surgery because the nurse wanted to know whether John is/was immunocompromised. I wasn’t sure how he is classified these days, and so it took a few messages backwards and forward to Dr Horsley to get permission for the ‘non-live’ dose to be administered. Ha! Lucky me – I had the ‘live’ dose and so one visit necessary. John had the ‘non-live’ dose and has got to go back for a second dose in May. Tee-hee.

We made our way back home and John settled onto the sofa for a snooze. I did a bit of mooching in the kitchen in amongst the pots and pans to try and find a bit of work surface, before slothing back to the sofa myself for afternoon TV.

When John woke up he snacked on the lovely chocolate biscuits I’d liberated from the drawer in the dining room, advising me that this was his lunch. My delve into the box of biscuits was my ‘afternoon tea’……

Andrew finally came downstairs about four o’clock, grinning at us sheepily. He cooked our evening meal, which was really difficult, requiring skilled ‘chefing’…… cold beef and chips.

Then this evening we watched the ‘Elvis’ film that I’d recorded at the weekend. I wasn’t sure whether it was as good as the critics had said, but Andrew said he enjoyed it.

John was struggling by this evening and wasn’t sure he’d even make it upstairs to bed. However, with a puff or two on the inhaler and encouraging noises from me, he made it. Oh, my poor man. It’s very hard and distressing for him that he can’t leap about as he used to. He and I are both hoping that he’ll feel much better in the morning.

Take care everyone. God bless.