Sunday. So we did Sunday things

It being Sunday, I took myself off to church this morning and had an uplifting hour. The sermon was particularly apt – mostly it was about us not being in control of everything. Really? For us control freaks that’s a bit rough, don’t you think? Must take note.

When I got back I was surprised to see John was up and about, which was nice. So I sat at the breakfast bar with him and ate my belated breakfast, while he agonised putting his eye drops in.

Thereafter, it was a mission to get our Christmas cards written. Ah…. but before that, of course, it was time to visit Mum and see if I could get her Christmas cards written.

She was funny. Fast asleep when I got there, head lolling, bless her, but on hearing the door open she snapped upright as if to say, ‘What? Me? Asleep? Never!’ And then even funnier when I asked her if she’d had her lunch. “Oh, yes, I’ve had my lunch.” I wondered if she was sure she’d had it. She firmly announced that she was absolutely sure she’d had it. Hmmm….. I wasn’t convinced. And sure enough, there it was, nestling nicely on the work surface in the kitchen, still warm and unopened. Now, this seems to be a recurring scenario…..

After Mum had eaten her lunch, I wondered if she was up to some card-writing. Yes, she thought she was. And actually, she was up to it. Got tired by the end, and I culled some of the people on the list, but she saw it through and signed at least a dozen cards.

We had a laugh over it, too. She wasn’t sure who she was sending the cards to. I explained. She looked puzzled. I told her just to write ‘With love from Hazel’ on the cards and I’d put a sticky label on the envelope, so she didn’t have worry about who it was to. But she did worry. “Who is this one to?” she’d ask. I’d tell her. She wouldn’t know who it was. We giggled about it. She’d write the greeting and pass me the card back shaking her head as I popped it into the envelope. Then we’d giggle again. The pattern was repeated every time. At one point, I popped out of the room. She stopped writing. “What is it I am supposed to be putting here?” she asked. “With love from Hazel,” I replied. Ah… she looked relieved and carried on. And we giggled again.

I count the visit to Mum’s as a success. Cards were mostly written and, for those that weren’t I shall just send a little explanatory note to explain why. And, once I was home, another success. I got out all our cards and labels and set to on our list too. John even helped me. I wrote the cards; between us we enveloped them; and John stuck the address labels on. A proper little production line. Whoop! Whoop!

Not a lot else, other than watching the Grand Prix, which seemed to be a bit toothless this week, Strictly, which was fairly predictable, and then, the jewel in the crown: Mortimer & Whitehouse: Gone Fishing. What a wonderful programme that is. A celebration of a friendship and a shared hobby. Marvellous. We both thoroughly enjoyed it.

John has also had another go at the shower cubicle but it’s not quite completed yet. Maybe tomorrow?

In the meantime, people are still being infected with the Coronavirus and dying as a result of it. I don’t think it’s ever going to end. The weekend figures are always slightly lower, so don’t look quite so bad, but there’s still a lot of people suffering.

• 18,447 were confirmed as having contracted the virus today
• 414 people were confirmed as having died from the virus today in the community
• 104 people died from the virus over the last couple of days
• Today is Day 12 of our Tier 3. Only 2 days to go before they announce any further restrictions. Which of course they will. We’ll still be in Tier 3 until Christmas.
• And it’s 270 days since we started this little game of hiding at home as much as we can.

Take care everyone. God bless.