A busy day

Oh, dear – you know you’re getting old when a busy day is a yoga class and a visit to the solicitors – and then you’re tired out.

We took it steady this morning, getting out of bed and getting into the day before I set off for yoga. Margaret came while I was out and kept John company on her way back from her yoga class, which worked really well for us. John thoroughly enjoyed the chat and Margaret’s upbeat company.

As soon as I got back we got ready for a little trip: we hopped in the car to nip into Leamington – firstly, to call on Mum’s solicitor to get a notarised copy of her will; and then to our solicitor to sort out the dates on our wills.

All went well, although the effort for John was great and he was tired out by the visits – especially as he had trouble getting up from the rather low and soft sofa they had at the solicitors’ office. Bless him, it was a heave-ho moment and a gargantuan effort from him.

“I’ll just pop into Waitrose on the way back,” I said, “I’ll buy some nice bread and cakes for lunch.” Ha! So much for popping in! It took a little longer than I expected and John was asleep in the car by the time I’d finished shopping.

Home again and John slept all afternoon. I did the same as yesterday and ignored all the jobs and admin waiting for me and caught up on the TV programmes sitting on the planner – there’s an awful lot to catch up on!!

Disappointingly, John has been quite anxious again today and upset – thinking he’s been a ‘bad Dad’. No amount of telling him that he’s been a ‘good Dad’ will convince him otherwise. I’m hoping he’ll be a bit better tomorrow – we’ll see. He might have a festering toe by then though. I checked the toe he’d cut when he was trimming his nails the other day, and I wasn’t very happy with it. Might be a request for the doctor to check it out tomorrow. Hey-ho. We do like to keep the medics busy, don’t we?

Take care everyone. God bless.