Author: anniesleath@hotmail.co.uk

No more toothache! No more tooth….. farewell dear friend. You’ve been a good servant. I wonder if the tooth fairy will call tonight? Mind you, I have nothing to put under my pillow….. ah, well.

I had originally intended quite a full day one way and another today and, although I got up early to let the shopping delivery across the threshold, I went back to bed for an hour or two and forwent yoga, so really didn’t do a lot this morning. I had a headache. No idea why – just a thumping headache that wasn’t keen to ease, even after a cup of tea.

So, this morning it was just a potter about in the kitchen putting things away; exclaiming over the things which hadn’t arrived; cursing the things I’d forgotten to order; and delighting in the things I had.

John, meanwhile, spent all morning on the computer and chatting to his agent regarding the houses in Corby. One of the houses is in multiple occupancy and there are things to do, like make sure the contracts are up to date and the smoke alarms work, and so on.

“Will you be ready to go shortly?” I asked John as I started to prepare myself for the dentist’s chair. “Yep, all ready,” he said. I was very thankful that he drove me there and back. To be honest, I was expecting the dentist to tell me he’d have to extract the tooth, as I was pretty sure it had broken. But I was hoping not. And, sure enough, broken it was – clean in half. No saving that, then.

However, it wasn’t as bad as I anticipated, at all. A few wriggles with his pliers and there we were. As always, it’s the blooming injections that get you, isn’t it?? And, as I said to John, this is the first extraction of an adult tooth that I’ve had, so I think I haven’t done too badly. I’d like to have kept all my teeth in my head all my life, but it wasn’t to be. Too much chocolate, do you reckon? Or wine? Or just old age and lack-of-calcium teeth?

This afternoon, I spent it just pinned to the sofa. “I am just going to sit on the sofa, John, and take drugs,” I declared. So, paracetamol and ibuprofen at the ready, that’s exactly what I did. Although I didn’t feel too sorry for myself, I just enjoyed the opportunity to rest, which was nice.

I have been oblivious to what John has been doing though. I suspect he’s been faffing about on the computer mostly, but he hasn’t puffed and sighed, so it can’t have been all bad.

In COVID news, I had a chat with an anti-vaxxer/anti-masker in the dentist’s waiting room today. She arrived, sans mask, so I asked her if she had one. “Nah… you’re alright,” she replied, “I don’t believe in all that mask stuff.” And thus we fell into conversation. She wasn’t sure what was in the vaccine, so she wasn’t having any. She thought it was all hype on the news, “You can’t believe what the BBC say, can you?” (she might be right…) and wearing masks didn’t do anything.

I did my best to set information I’ve picked up from the scientists’ research before her, and my final comment was something along the lines of: “So I’m wearing my mask to protect you; and if you wear a mask, you’ll protect me.” She seemed rather struck by that. But whether she’d have forgotten it by the time she walked out of the room, I have no idea. Whichever way it goes, I do hope she doesn’t catch COVID. The majority of patients admitted to hospital are now those who are unvaccinated.

37,269 people tested positive for the virus today; 214 people died in hospitals; and 70 in hospitals in the last 48 hours. 1,005 people were admitted to hospital. That is over a thousand a day for the last seven days, on average.

In addition, over 108,000 children and young people (<25) are now stuck with Long COVID in the UK, according to the ONS (Office for National Statistics). Eeeh, dear.

Look after yourselves and your loved ones everyone. And wear a mask. God bless.

Susie Dent’s Word of the Day? ‘Flarnecking’ (19th century) – vulgar flaunting and shameless ostentation.

Happy Diwali, everyone!

We had arranged to go out this morning to visit my cousin, Janet, so we were up and about fairly early for a change. And it’s been a very ‘comfortable’ day.

We always know we are going to have a good old natter when we, Janet, John and I, see each other and this morning was true to form. Didn’t stop talking all morning; drank two cups of coffee and demolished a whole coffee cake. Fabulous. Had to drag ourselves away.

Janet was very well and on top form. Sad, naturally, at some of the memories we evoked when we were talking about Brian, who has recently passed away, but we had some laughs and we shared our ‘mother’ stories. I was curious about some of the family history, because it’s been such a long time since we got together. “What did your Mum die of, Janet?” I asked, while we were making the second cup of coffee. “Cussedness!” came the immediate response, and we both laughed. Janet told the story of how her Mum hadn’t been satisfied with the ‘every day’ cups when a guest came to visit and insisted on climbing up to get the ‘best’ instead, only to fall and break her hip – and from there, pneumonia and so on.

“Ah, yes,” I nodded wisely, “Probably a family trait. My Mum likes to put on a show too. Come to think of it, I’m a bit like that…” John raised his eyebrows, and grinned. “I couldn’t possibly comment!!” he said, as we all joined in with the laughter.

Heaven knows what else we talked about but talk we did. It was so easy; so cosy and agreeable. The conversation flowed from one thing to another without stopping, until I realised that it was coming up to one o’clock. “Gosh, I think we should be making a move now,” I suggested. Everyone agreed, but reluctantly. No-one had realised how time had flown. However, we have plans for another get-together so we’ll be able to carry on where we left off in another few weeks. That’ll be very nice.

This afternoon, possibly as a result of buying some drawer organisers and perhaps as a result of some discussion this morning about housework, John got on with re-arranging his bedside cabinet. It had become a jumble of drugs, wires, hankies, books and other accoutrements, and he was struggling to see the wood for the trees.

As he started the work, he saw that the dusting of the bedroom was a ‘job to be done’. One of my least favourite pastimes, as I invariably cough and wheeze through the process, so I put it off for as long as I possibly can. I mean, what’s the point of raising the dust to breath it in? Let it lie, I say. Anyway, I was rather pleased that John was game. So, duster and polish in hand, he’s pretty well polished the cabinets so you can see your face in them. First rate. Thank you, John.

Meanwhile, I spent the afternoon sifting through some of Mum’s papers again. This is a job I have neglected and have kept promising myself that I’ll ‘do tomorrow’ and never do. I managed to sort one pile, anyway.

Most of the documents related to the 1990s and early 2000s. Mum had been clearly afraid to throw anything away ‘just in case’, including P60s dating back donkey’s years. They say: ‘DO NOT DESTROY’ in large capitals, so she didn’t. Bless her. At least the papers that were under the bed are gone now. Just got to tackle the stack in the corner that is currently glowering at me.

After our evening meal, it was Quiz Night. Another cracking quiz set by Linda and we all enjoyed it. We’d missed a week out last week because the others in the group were going to a wedding and, in any case, I wasn’t up to it, still feeling under the weather. So it was just lovely to see everyone again. Although I say, ‘everyone’, we didn’t see Caroline – her camera wasn’t working, so we just heard her voice occasionally instead. Hope they can get it sorted for next week.

Ah…. friends and family. So very comforting. So very comfortable. So very nice.

In the meantime, in COVID-Land, more people have been infected, more people have died and more people have been admitted to hospital. Not so comfortable, comforting or nice in that world, methinks.

Nigel and Hazel, for example, didn’t get to the wedding last week because of COVID. Their son-in-law and their in-laws have all been very poorly with it; and their daughter has it but hasn’t been ill. Naturally, they thought it was too risky to be mixing with a group of people at a wedding when there was a chance they might bring the infection with them. Such good sense, which may just have broken a chain of infection there.

41,299 people, then, have tested positive for the virus today; 217 people have died with it; and 888 people have been admitted to hospital.

Every admission to hospital for this virus has a knock-on effect for the NHS. They cannot treat others while they are dealing with COVID. Therefore, many people are waiting and waiting with chronic conditions, or conditions that shouldn’t be delayed, or conditions that need further investigation. It’s just not right. I do hope the government will see sense soon and stop with this blind, headstrong belief that ‘herd immunity’ is the way forward. It isn’t.

Rant over.

Take care everyone. God bless.

And Susie Dent’s Word of the Day? ‘Malversation’ (16th century): the corrupt administration of power. She’s good, isn’t she?

I left John home alone today. He didn’t get up to any mischief, as far as I know, but tinkered with the Lotus for much of the day, on and off. I think it was quite successful – and he wasn’t too tired when I arrived home about four o’clock either. Result!

For me, a lunch date was in order. As I was leaving, I said, “Will you be alright getting yourself something to eat at lunchtime?” Yes, yes – he’d be fine – now off you go and enjoy yourself! So I did. I think he also enjoyed himself polishing off the last Halloween doughnut that I’d bought on Sunday. “Did you have the doughnut for lunch, John?” I wondered when I got home. “Erm…. no, I had it for breakfast!” he grinned. Then he thought for a minute before saying, “No, actually, I did have it for lunch!!” Glad he enjoyed it. It got it out of my way anyway! You never know, I have been known to eat doughnuts occasionally!

I was late setting off to meet up with my friends, but missed the messages that chronicled the tardiness of everyone else and the suggestion that we meet at 11.30 instead of 11.00. Oh……

Having found the messages too late, I arrived just after 11.00 so thought I’d sit and listen to some music while I waited. Not long after, my friend Sue arrived – I recognised her by her blue bag – and she hadn’t picked up the messages about the others arriving late either!!! So we toddled off together to await the other few yet to arrive.

Once everyone was there and the group was quorate, we had a marvellous time. First, we had some teas and coffees. Then we took a walk and visited a beautiful church, which raised all sorts of questions in our minds. It being All Saints Day, we wondered about the Saint for whom the church was named and what he do to be so famous? Then we wondered about the stained glass window. What did it all mean? And finally, we puzzled over the history of the church. When was it built? So we all took home our homework to research the questions and share with the others later. It was so delightful to be in the company of like-minded people. Them’s whats enjoys the beautiful countryside and history…… oh, and a good laugh. Marvellous.

After our walk, we had gained an appetite so we headed back to a pub for a bite to eat. And very nice it was, too. We lingered over lunch, enjoying each others’ company and making each other laugh with our various stories of everyday life, which are not at all amusing in the re-telling, but suffice to say, we laughed like drains about some of them.

True to form for the day, I left John home alone again this evening. It was the little Bible Study group that I go to. At the last meeting, I had been swayed by my peers. I had planned to wear a mask but they were reluctant to wear theirs, so I allowed myself to go bare-faced. I regretted it afterwards but fortunately, there were no ill-effects. This time, I resolved to be strong and wear my mask. I was the only one to do so, but I was glad I had, because the news is that someone in congregation on Sunday has tested positive for COVID. Note to self: Do not be swayed by others!!! Stay strong.

Thoroughly enjoyed the Bible Study though. We are reading a book called ‘Walking Backwards to Christmas’ and it considers individuals in the Nativity story by their personal narrative. Really interesting, because it threw up a lot of questions for us to research. Uh-oh!! More homework!!

Meanwhile, back in COVID-Land, there have been 33,865 people reported as infected with the virus today. The lower figure is likely to be as a result of the half-term lag, so expect to see more cases in the coming weeks, unless the government reminds everyone to wear masks, keep their distance and ventilate rooms. There were 293 deaths today in the community; and 85 in the previous 48 hours in hospitals.

On Twitter, Ben Bradshaw, Labour MP tweeted the following: ‘More than 50 #COVID19 cases in Parliament. U.K. still highest infection, hospitalisation & death rates in Western Europe. Still virtually no mask discipline among Tory MPs. Dwindling on public transport too. #Covid19UK‘

I know I am banging on about it, but I am still wondering why on earth the politicians think this is OK and why they are not leading by example. It is madness of the first order in my opinion.

The JCVI (Joint Committee on Vaccination and Immunisation) has recently published long-overdue minutes from its meeting for the last six months, failing to have published previously. They are troubling reading. The Committee appears to be advocating children be exposed to the virus, rather than offered vaccinations as a first port of call. Apparently, 100 children have now died from COVID and many are suffering from Long COVID. Why, oh why are they playing Russian Roulette with our kids’ lives? It isn’t acceptable – for me, anyway.

Do take care everyone. God Bless. He loves you, you know.

Oh, and before I go…. Susie Dent’s word of the day is: ‘bloviation’ (19th century) – empty rhetoric and a good deal of blah.

Another Monday. Gosh, they don’t half come round quick, don’t they? And I still haven’t done half the things I promised myself I would. Never mind, I thought, I’ll get on with some of them on Monday. Only, I forgot you need sleep to be be able to function each day, don’t you? And I was sorely short of that last night. This is the second night in three nights that insomnia has kicked in. Hello? What’s going on? No idea. Fingers crossed I find the ‘snooze’ button tonight.

“What are you doing today?” John asked. I planned to try and sort through some more of Mum’s papers this morning, then a COVID jab and a Zoom session with Sue and Rod. Ha! Ha! The best laid plans and all that…. I suddenly remembered that I was in the middle of getting everything ready for the baking the Christmas cake, so my reply was thus: “I’ll do the Christmas cake first, then go through some of Mum’s papers this morning.”

This Christmas cake, however, has been a struggle from beginning to end….. First, no mixed peel. So, with much love and labour, I made my own. I overcooked that, but managed to salvage some. Then I failed to read the recipe properly for the cake and plopped the sugar and almonds on top of the flour in the ‘waiting to be put in’ bowl. Only to read that Delia said to beat the butter and sugar…. as you can imagine, it took me while to fish out every grain of sugar. Then I curdled me mixture; then I forgot to put the black treacle in and had scoop the mixture from the tin back to the bowl to mix it in.

And then…… and I overcooked what-I-am-calling Version One of the cake. Twenty minutes too long. Let’s say, although it might be tasty, it’s a bit toasty. Might be following in John’s Mum’s footsteps……Version Two on the drawing board. And I never did get to sort any papers out today.

After all my efforts with the cake this morning, we sat down and watched the T20 cricket again. Another exciting match which (almost) went to the wire. John had spent most of the morning fiddling about with rental contracts on the computer, so was in need of some light relief.

I walked down the hill to the Doctor’s surgery this afternoon for my COVID booster. It’s a well-oiled machine now with lots of us doing the same thing: walk in here; sanitise your hands there; read this leaflet; queue here; go in this room there; give me your arm; sharp prick; go and sit in the waiting room for fifteen minutes and away you go. Felt like I’d been through the sausage factory.

Once home, it was time to Zoom Sue and Rod. It’s a while since we’d ‘seen’ them having hoped to see them in person in September. However, their plan to come down to the Midlands didn’t materialise so we thought we’d chat over Zoom instead. We had a lovely chat. I love catching up with old friends. It’s as if we’ve never been away. Smashing. And John was on top form as well, so that was good. Here’s us all grinning at each other:

We finished watching the cricket before we had our evening meal. After that, John did more rental contract stuff. “You OK?” he asked. ” I am tired,” I replied. Yes, tired out. Come on, sleep! Do your stuff!!

40,077 people tested positive for the virus today. 40 people died in the community; 20 in hospitals in the last 24 hours.

Still wearing my mask. Good to see some people at COP26 wearing theirs, but shocked at the lack of leadership in those who weren’t. Have they never heard of ‘setting an example’?

Take care everyone. God bless.

Susie Dent’s word of the day is one we all need: ‘respair’ (16th century): fresh hope; a recovery from despair.

#COP26

John continues to be restless. So much so, that he’s hankering after seeing people. So, yesterday, because he couldn’t really bear the thought of being on our own, he texted the Midlands Sleaths and invited them over for lunch today. The Kenilworth Sleaths said ‘yes, please’ but Sutton Sleaths regretted that they were already booked up with birthday parties to go to.

Right, so off up to Oakes’ this morning to buy a decent joint of beef and all the veg; and then on to prepping for lunch. Well, goodness me, not only does everything seem to take forever these days, but rest times seem shorter than ever. It was a relief to sit down for five minutes while the meal was cooking, before the family joined us, but no sooner had I sat down, than it was time get going again.

Anyway, lunch was a success and it was absolutely lovely to see Paul, Harriet and Freddie here at home.

I am a woman of repeatable predictability when it comes to Sunday lunch. Beef and all the trimmings and some crumble or other with custard. Or a chicken dinner with some crumble or other with custard. But today, I pushed the boat out. I made Banoffee Pie.

The family’s eyes sparkled with anticipation. “Where did you get this from, Mum?” Paul wanted to know. “I made it, ” I replied. There was a Mexican Wave of shock that ran round the table. Wait. What? “You made it?” Paul asked, incredulous. “It’s not a crumble, how can you have made it?” That gave us all a chuckle. Yes, indeed. And at my age, too!!!

We passed a very comfortable afternoon together. Everyone was on top form and just delightful, marvellous company. Freddie was excited about Hallowe’en and arrived dressed as a skeleton. He spied the glass pumpkin head in the porch, full of chocolate pumpkin heads. “Please can I have one of these, Grandma?” Of course he could. I had bought them for the children. “Please can I have another one, Grandma?” “Shall I offer them round?” “Oh, there’s one left, do you want it, Grandma?” No thanks Freddie. Save it for later. And it was gone within minutes.

Very, very grateful for the blessing of family. My heart was full today. As was John’s. He had thoroughly enjoyed the day.

After the family had left, we sat down for a while on the sofa and scrolled through TV programmes to see what was on. Not long after we’d chosen something to watch than the doorbell rang. Momentarily, I had forgotten it was Halloween. Freddie and I had decorated the porch the other day, and Freddie had set up all the lighting this afternoon, so it was on.

And that was lovely, as well. The children who came to the door were all very respectful and excited to be visiting the house. “Trick or Treat!” they cried, behind their masks or make-up, not expecting to have to offer a trick. “Have you got a trick, or do you just want the treat?” I occasionally asked. “Just the treat” came the reply, every time. And it warmed my heart to hear a little boy, aged about seven, run back to his parents on the pavement, saying, “This is fun!” Yep. Enjoyed the interaction with the local kids tonight. Regrettably, their fun was cut short by the heavy downpours, and by seven o’clock this evening, it was all over.

In other news, you may recall the saga of the mixed peel for my Christmas cake. None at the Co-op and I didn’t want to use the petrol to drive miles just for that. So I made my own. And it’s going in, folks…….

I’ll let you know how successful it’s been when we’ve made the cake!!! I might be following in my Mum-in-laws footsteps and having to make more than one Christmas cake, but I hope not. I hope it’s going to taste alright. We’ll see.

A lovely day, in which the highlight was seeing the Kenilworth Sleaths. Take care everyone. God bless.

And, a thought for the day which I thought I’d share. I read it somewhere recently and it struck a chord:

Every moment of your life is a second chance.

After the excitement of yesterday, I felt raring to go today and looked at my list of jobs, and thought, ‘Hmmm, let’s see what I can tackle today,’ Well, this morning, that worked well, I got on with things. But, by this afternoon, I was pooped.

John had trawled the TV for sports programmes and announced that there was both cricket and rugby on this afternoon. I like both, so thought I’d watch whatever he was watching for a while and then get on again. But no, once I was installed on the sofa there was no budging me. I thoroughly enjoyed the cricket. It was an amazing game, with England in commanding form. John watched the first half an hour and woke up for the last fifteen minutes or so. He, too, was obviously tired.

And really, that’s been about it. I read a bit of my book, cooked the tea this afternoon and watched Strictly but nothing else. So we’re going to bed early! Night, night folks. Sleep tight and take care in all your doings tomorrow.

COVID report on Monday.

My toothache didn’t bother me much; the Sutton Sleaths (minus Michael, who was working) came to visit; and we took ourselves off for coffee and cake at Dave and Chris’s. So it was a cracking day. Wonderful.

We lazed in bed again this morning, chatting and generally mulling over life and the universe. It was lovely – no pressures to do anything, just luxuriating in the fact that we can stay in bed if we want to, and who’s going to stop us? We took our time on our ablutions and wandered down for a brunch of banana pancakes, sprinkled with pecans and raspberries, and drizzled with maple syrup. Delicious.

We had not long started in on our pancakes when the doorbell rang. It was Danielle, William and Thomas. We were expecting them, in order to collect a document, and they soon made themselves at home. William eyed up the pancakes. “Would you like some of my pancake?” I asked. “Yes, please.” he said, his little eyes shining in anticipation. “It’s got nuts in.” I warned. “I like nuts.” said William, “My Daddy eats nuts and I sometimes eat them with him.” True his word, he more or less wolfed down the lot. And what he didn’t eat, Thomas hoovered up afterwards.

Oh, such bliss to spend time with the family. We had a companiable hour and a half before we had to shoo them out of the door, because we were going out. Whilst we were keen to go over to see Dave and Chris, we were reluctant to say goodbye. I fairly had to drag myself away from Thomas, who was sitting on the floor of the lounge, trying to make the robot do something. I pressed a few buttons on the controller and Thomas’ eyes opened wide, he grinned and then patted the floor beside him to insist that I sit alongside. We then had ten minutes of fun pressing buttons and being amused by the robots movements. But, whenever I made any indication to move away, Thomas patted the floor, very determinedly, and looked at me with those big blue eyes, pleading, to ensure I stayed. Boy, he knows how to work a girl! I was putty in his hands.

We finally dragged ourselves away and drove over to Rugby to see Dave and Chris. Gosh, we didn’t half give them a big hug* when we got there! It’s a while since we last saw them, having had one or two aborted arrangements, so it was just terrific to see them again.

In my mind, I had thought we might not stay too long, as John was feeling exceedingly tired and Dave hadn’t been well, so I thought we might not want to add to their fatigue. However, the minute we got there John perked up like nobody’s business, chatting at a rate of knots; and Dave was feeling so much better that he wasn’t feeling too tired after all – or at least, he certainly didn’t show it.

“I want to hear all about the boat trip.” said Dave, almost as soon as we got there. They were both supposed to be coming with us on that very exciting boat trip, (see my post ‘Drama on the River’ on August 3rd, if you haven’t read it) and, having read that blog entry, they were keen for the first-hand account. However, we talked and talked and talked – about everything. Until, at last, I looked at the time – nearly quarter-past five – and thought we ought to be making a move. We did that thing that everyone does before setting off on a journey – the loo-visit – and then, as a throwaway comment before we left, I said, laughing, “We never did get to tell you about the boat trip. We’ll have to meet up again to tell the tale.” Well, that set us off again. “No, no, tell us about the boat trip.” Dave and Chris said. So we did. And left their house at about a quarter to six. Had a fabulous time.

Not only did we chat and chat, but we had cake. Chris is one of the best cake-makers I know, (I might have said this before) along with Gloria and Christiana. And she didn’t disappoint. There were two cakes. Her speciality, lemon drizzle cake, and a coffee cake. Now, before lockdown, when John and I were seeking out good things to do, we made a point of having a decent hot chocolate wherever we were, and I sampled all the coffee cakes, to find the best one. Erm….. hello? Anyone tried Chris’s coffee cake? Absolutely yummy. Had two slices.

Home again, and we didn’t do anything but eat our evening meal and goggle the box. All good, and we were thankful for our wonderful day. I am particularly thankful that we were both able to enjoy it. Thank the Lord.

Want the COVID figures? No? Well, you’re gonna get ’em, anyway! Now I’ve started….. I’ve got to keep going.

43,467 people tested positive for the virus today; 186 people died in the community; 76 in hospitals in the last 48 hours. That enough for everyone? Yes, I thought so. Masks, masks, masks……..

Take care everyone. God bless.

*We had all done LFTs which were clear, so we thought we’d risk it!!

Oh, my heart…… it’s a while since we had Freddie over and I felt well enough to entertain him this afternoon, so he came and we had fun!

This morning we were up at a reasonable time for a change, because John was due to have his flu jab, so I got up and made him breakfast – only to take it to him for him to say, “I haven’t got time for that, I’ve got to go.” Well, there was 20 minutes before he needed to be at the surgery and it literally takes three or four minutes to get there, but he didn’t want to be late. So I ate it instead.

We both pottered about when he got back – he was mending a wardrobe door malfunction and I was tidying the kitchen and changing sheets. I was also prepping for when Freddie arrived…..

I had enough energy to get up into the loft and bring down the Halloween decorations, to rummage in the dressing up cupboard for garments to create ghosts and bat wings, and to get the ingredients ready for muffin-making with Halloween decorations. Oh, boy, I wasn’t half looking forward to Freddie coming!!

Equally, Freddie was thrilled to be at our house and to be sorting out the porch where we were to put the decorations. Although he made me laugh, because he arrived at lunchtime and declared he’d like a banana sandwich. Regrettably, I didn’t have any bananas. “No worries,” said Paul, “Harriet’s popped into the shops to get some.” Once Paul and Harriet had left, I suggested that Freddie have his lunch then we’d do the decorating. “No, let’s get the Halloween stuff out first and do the porch!” he said. OK. So we opened the box and had a good look at everything. Decisions needed to be made. Which way should we put the table? Where should we hang the black fringe? Shall we use the bird cage? After about twenty minutes, Freddie said, “Let’s have lunch now….” Bless him. The empty tummy overtook the excitement of the decorating.

After lunch, we did the decorating while John carried on fiddling about with the wardrobe door. Then we decided to pop up to the shops to see if there were any extra decorations that took our fancy. John came with us for the walk as far as the end of the road, where he had his eye on some sycamore seeds he wanted to gather to add to his collection of little oak trees he’s growing.

There wasn’t anything much left in the shops, so we bought a toffee apple and a light sabre and came home. After that, I was tired. I planned to have a sit-down. “I tell you what, Freddie, you sit and eat your toffee apple and we’ll put the telly on for half an hour.” He was very happy with that. As was Grandpa, who sat him on his lap and chuckled at ‘Grizzly and the Lemmings’, as we tucked into toasted teacakes.

Time to make the cakes. We had fun – not the cake-making, that was simply from a packet – but the decoration. I found some Royal Icing and we spent a great time modelling pumpkins, ghosts, spiders and wriggly worms/snakes. Even Grandpa joined in. It absorbed Freddie for ages. He was in his element, and so were we because he was such good company.

It was time to go home. Ah, we’d had such a lovely time. And we enjoyed the half an hour or so in which we saw Paul, Harriet and Lily, too. Lovely.

And then, more riches this evening! It was Zoom-time with the college crew. Oh, what bliss to have a natter to old friends. We even (almost) strayed into politics, a subject we usually leave well alone, but it just felt right to be chewing the cud together this evening.

Having been busy, I haven’t watched any of the news but the COVID report is: 39,842 people testing positive with the virus today; 165 people dying in the community and 55 in hospitals in the last 48 hours. Almost a 1,000 people admitted to hospital today – 962, which makes, in the last 7 days, a total of 6,999 people. 1,000 a day as near as dammit.

A YouGov poll, published on Wednesday, suggests the general public are in favour of stronger measures to prevent infection, masks in particular. The percentage of English people would support bringing back:

• Masks on transport: 81%
• Masks in shops: 76%
• Social distancing in pubs/restaurants: 67%
• 2m rule: 59%
• Rule of 6 indoors: 42%
• No large events: 42%
• No household mixing indoors: 30%
• Full lockdown: 20%

I wonder if it’ll happen?

Take care everyone. God bless.

Oh, dear, John is going stir-crazy because we’re not busy. Nothing to do (!!) and nothing to look forward to. Gulp. I apologised because, as I’m not whizzing about, it feels dull and flat. And, naturally, the things we might have been doing in the last week, we’re not.

However, tomorrow is another day and, if I feel a bit better, then Freddie might come for a few hours. That should brighten the ol’ man up, shouldn’t it? I mean, who wouldn’t want to see this gorgeous little boy?

In the meantime, it was another day of lolling about really. We stayed in bed for hours this morning, before I thought I really ought to get up. Once I was up, I cooked brunch and, when I took it to John in bed, he said “Ooh, lovely! Lunch?” Made us both smile. It’s the little things, folks…the little things…

After I cooked brunch and tidied the kitchen I thought I might get on with making my candied peel. Washed the oranges and lemons….

……..but then John called me through to look at some small print, and all of a sudden, I went tired. Oh, crikey! I’d only been up a couple of hours and I was having to have a sit-down already! That was it then, until about three o’clock – just couldn’t get going again.

By mid-afternoon, though, I was after more drugs. We’d run out of Ibuprofen, so I ambled up the road to the pharmacy and bought some. While I was out, I enjoyed the fresh air – despite the rather dull day – and thought I’d nip up to my neighbour’s, Carol, whose husband recently died. I had a little bag of goodies that I thought might cheer her up.

“Do you want to step in?” Carol asked, as I stood on the doorstep. Well, just for a minute then…. so we had a lovely chat for about half an hour. I hope I cheered her up a bit, but to be honest, I wasn’t my best, lively self, so I am not sure that I did. But she was pleased with the goodies anyway.

John was still sweating away on the computer when I got home. He’s trying to source a new part for Andrew’s broken bike. You know, a widget, a thingummy bob, one of those tiny things that you can hardly see. I think it’s a struggle.

I did that fatal thing of sitting down again when I got home, with a cup of tea – and time went on…. Finally, I remembered that I was supposed to be doing my candied peel, so I got on and did that. Well, sort of. It’s not turned out exactly as I would have wished.

The instructions said to let the peel boil for an hour. So I put the timer on for fifteen minutes, then another fifteen and so on, so that I could keep checking on it. When it gets to 120°, the instructions said, turn it off. Hahahahaha……..

John had offered to cook the tea. Well, thank you very much! Meanwhile, I sat in the lounge, waiting for the timer to go off every so often. When the final buzzer went off, I trotted through to the kitchen to find the peel boiling like fury and the thermometer telling me it was 136°. Yikes!

We now have candied orange and lemon brittle. I’m trying soaking it in brandy – do you reckon that’ll work? A pic, I hear you ask? Maybe tomorrow. I think it’s going to be a disaster. A tasty one though, if you can get your teeth through it.

Working round me and my disaster, John cooked a fabulous meal for us this evening. A really delicious curry, which he took his time over – and it was just perfect. Thoroughly enjoyed having something cooked for me.

I think he might have started drinking a glass or two of wine while he was cooking however, because by the time he came through to the lounge, he was already in a state of devil-may-care. But not altogether buoyant. TV palled. He sighed – all the programmes are the same. So he had another glass of wine to relieve the monotony.

And he wanted me to ask you this question: ‘When was the last time you had fun?’ Answers on a postcard please. I think he’s looking for ideas.

43,941 people tested positive for the virus today. 207 people died. 68 in hospitals in the last 48 hours.

Take care everyone. God bless.

And here’s my current prayer, which I have on repeat:

God, give me grace to accept with serenity
the things that cannot be changed,
Courage to change the things
which should be changed,
and the Wisdom to distinguish
the one from the other.

Living one day at a time,
Enjoying one moment at a time,
Accepting hardship as a pathway to peace,
Taking, as Jesus did,
This sinful world as it is,
Not as I would have it,
Trusting that You will make all things right,
If I surrender to Your will,
So that I may be reasonably happy in this life,
And supremely happy with You forever in the next. Amen

We have spent most of the day lolling about, interspersed with little bursts of activity every so often.

This morning, we lolled in bed until about eleven o’clock. I didn’t want to get up to face the inevitable; and John didn’t want to get up because he felt tired. When we finally got up, we had a bite to eat and mooched about a bit before we thought about the jobs we’ve got listed – one of which is to make the Christmas cake. I normally make it by the end of October to give it plenty of ‘drinking’ time so, while John was looking up something on the computer, I rummaged in the cupboards to see whether there were any ingredients we needed to buy.

By the time I had done that and made a list of things to get, it was time to set off for the dentist. As I said, I was a little nervous about the visit because I am not normally tripping into the dentist’s surgery in unusual circumstances. My anxiety was the fact that I still have pain.

As it turned out, I needn’t have worried. The dentist did another x-ray and promptly said that he wouldn’t be keen to be injecting pain relief into a stream of nerves that were already inflamed. He showed me the x-ray, and I could see exactly where the infection was seated. “Can you bite down on that tooth?” he asked. Erm… hello?…. I mean, it’s painful. “No,” I replied, and then, feeling a bit foolish by my description, told him: “that tooth feels a bit spongy.” He nodded. “Exactly. That’s telling you that there is still an infection. And we wouldn’t want to be drilling into that.”

I trotted out from the dentist’s surgery to John waiting in the car park, clutching another prescription for stronger antibiotics. He was surprised to see me out so early. He’d just been thinking: ‘Ooooh, she’ll be having the injection now…..’ when I opened the car door. I am not sure whether he was relieved or not by the fact that I’d got more, stronger antibiotics and another appointment for next Thursday, or whether he was wishing I’d had something done. Anyway, we drove home – me, the embodiment of relief…… and keeping my fingers crossed that these antibiotics do the trick and I can stop popping the painkillers.

This afternoon, we nipped into the Co-op to buy the few things needed for the Christmas cake. Disappointingly, they were out of mixed peel. No worries – I’ll make my own. I have oranges and lemons and sugar – should be simple, yes?

Then we came home to loll on the sofa all afternoon – a-snoozing sometimes, lifting a bleary eye to watch whatever the other one of us was watching on TV at other times. And that’s how the rest of the day passed until just before tea, when John thought he’d try and fit the new hose, which arrived yesterday, to the tumble dryer. “What did you do with old hose?” he wondered. “I threw it away,” I replied, “Like you said….” Ah….. it transpired that the fixing on the new hose wasn’t quite the same as the one I’d chucked out. Anyway, he found a solution: Gaffa Tape. Trusty old Gaffa Tape.

This evening, we lolled our way through Bake-Off and caught up on a GoggleBox that we’d recorded and then through Murder Island. And now we’re about to go to bed to do more lolling about until the morning. Eeeeh… it’s hard life , isn’t it, eh?

On the COVID front, we are still registering lots and lots of people infected with the virus – today it was 40,954; and lots and lots of deaths: 263 in the community. In hospitals, there 66 deaths in the previous 48 hours.

We only get one chance at life, and I am so very angry that the government don’t see fit to at least tell everyone to mask up. It’s criminal negligence in my opinion, to allow more and more people to become infected and die.

We now know that the virus can affect cognitive function, other key organs and be life-changing. For our children’s children, at the very least, this is for me unacceptable, knowing that you might be setting them up for a poorer life ahead.

But I don’t know how to do anything about it. Grrr…..impotence is such a horrible feeling, isn’t it?

In the meantime, folks, it’s best foot forward and keep smiling. Take care everyone. God bless,

Oh – I nearly forgot – Susie Dent’s words of the day are ‘unanimous’, united in agreement, from the Latin for ‘one mind’; and ‘unasinous’, united in stupidity, from the Latin for ‘one ass’.