The Daily Echo: Day 188

You know what happens when you drink too much pop of an evening don’t you? You find that you might not be able to focus on your blog after all…… let’s see, shall we?

In essence, it’s been a rather good day. John chose to do as much stone-washing as he could in the time available, i.e. before we set off to meet the Kenilworth Sleaths in Abbey Fields. I chose to do housework. This entailed clearing out the clobber in the utility room and generally vacuuming and mopping floors. But there is still more to do. I fall back on my time-worn phrase of: maybe tomorrow? Oooh, now there’s something to look forward to! Who’s with me?

Come lunchtime, we abandoned our chores and prepared ourselves for an afternoon with the family. Just before we met up, we thought we’d pop into the furniture store in Kenilworth and look at the goodies that are in the sale. Of course, we didn’t buy anything. We never do. But we had a good long look at a few things which gave us ideas and things to dream of. “What are you actually looking for?” asked eldest son. To which we replied, “Oh, we don’t know! Everything!” I think we are just fed up of feeling tatty. Mind you, tatty is our middle name and we are likely to stay that way. Might not know ourselves if we change now.

We then joined up with the Kenilworth Sleaths on their picnic blanket in Abbey Fields. We sought out the sunshine for warmth and used the wind to experiment with Freddie’s holiday gift of a large bubble-making kit. That was fun and he was excited by it. The unfortunate thing was, so was the Mac, the dog. He was so excited that he couldn’t stop woofing, and Paul had to take him home again.

Had a great afternoon watching Freddie play in the playground and chatting to Paul and Harriet. The sun was shining and, all in all, it was a very pleasant few hours. The farewell was sweet sorrow, as usual, and, because I haven’t seen them for a while, I found myself welling up as we said goodbye – honestly, I really need to pull myself together!

Home again and we both found ourselves quite tired. John was tired, in my opinion, because he’d been sorting stones out before we’d set off for our fun-filled afternoon. And I think I was tired because I’d been a-hoovering and a-mopping before thoroughly enjoying myself this afternoon.

Disappointment plays a part in fatigue too, though, doesn’t it? And we had disappointedly accepted that we would now not be looking forward to wall-to-wall sons, daughters-in-law and grandchildren all weekend, as Michael has a cold, which he has passed on to William and Thomas. So we’ve reluctantly agreed to avoid meeting up tomorrow for William’s ‘birthday bash’.

And so on to the evening, which was filled with more love and laughter with Pete and Dawn and Jack via Skype. Not sure how we managed it, but we spent nearly three and half hours chit-chatting. Mind you, it’s possible that in the last hour everyone was trying to get away and close down the discussion, but I had imbibed a few glasses of Prosecco by then, so I wouldn’t have noticed….

We lamented the new lockdown restrictions that mean we can’t meet up in our houses or gardens even though we only live round the corner from each other, but thanked God for Skype and ability to operate the technology. It really is a blessing.

In other news, those of you who have held your breath wondering whether I have pills for the month ahead, will be relieved to know that I did remember to go to the pharmacy today and collect my prescription. I didn’t, however, get to the Co-op for cereal for Mum in time to deliver it, so it’ll be toast and jam for her again tomorrow morning. See? You wanted to know that, didn’t you?

Anxiety on the COVID-front was relatively high for me ‘out-in-the-field’ as it were, today, and it transpires that the incidence of cases continues to rise, with 4,422 people confirmed as infected, 27 deaths in the community and 10 in hospitals over the last couple of days.

Fingers crossed that the dreaded lurgy was nowhere near Kenilworth Fields today….. take care everyone. God bless.

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