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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’.

Monday. The start of the week. And let’s hope it’s the start of a better week. I am due to be in the dentist’s chair tomorrow lunchtime, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that he’ll be able to sort me out. Not looking forward to it at all. It’s very rare that I make a visit to the dentist for an ailment – normally it’s just checks-ups and planned fillings s/he’s found – but this is different, so I am a little nervous.

We haven’t done much again today, although John has battled with installing a new motorised valve on the central heating pump. We have had warm radiators over the summer, even when the heating has been switched off, so he’s had a go at fixing it. There was a bit of puffing and panting and grumbling that he couldn’t see the finer points of the installation but, it looks like he’s done it! Mister ‘I-Will-Not-Be-Beaten‘ has done it again.

We had a drive into Kenilworth too, to drop a couple of Andrew’s suits into the cleaners. That perked John up. He’d been thinking that he might be sitting in his chair all day otherwise. And it was such a lovely day, wasn’t it? The sun was shining and it was mild. Very nice.

I did a little bit of pottering about this morning but, to be honest, any effort seems to make my tooth ache even more, rather than taking my mind off it! So I did the right thing, and sat down for a while. I think I’m beginning to turn into a couch potato………

We are not keen on our energy ebbing away, to be honest – we might, just might be feeling our age, which isn’t what we want at all. I mean, we were going to live forever, weren’t we? We weren’t going to have any of this horrible old-age lark, for sure. But here we are – doing our best, but slowing up, darn it! Or maybe I just feel like that because I haven’t felt well? That’s a nice thought – I might hang onto that.

On the COVID front, fewer people tested positive for the virus – could this be because the schools are out? Who said kids didn’t catch/transmit the disease? At the moment, most of the infections are among school-age children who then pass it to their families, I understand. Those infected numbered 36,567; deaths were 38 in the community and 21 in hospitals in the previous 48 hours. Over 1,000 people were admitted to hospital today.

Let’s keep on, keeping on, folks. Take care and God bless.

Oh, by the way, the word of the day is ‘flenching’ (19th-century Scots): promising an improvement that never quite materialises.

I was up early this morning ready for an appointment at the mobile breast screening clinic. Regrettably, when I got there, it was no-go. The generator had a mind of its own and switched itself on, then off at regular, three-minute intervals. “I am sorry,” said the nurse, “but we can’t do any x-rays until it’s sorted. Do you want to re-book?” There being no choice, all three ladies waiting, re-booked.

Home again, and a text message from the Sutton Sleaths to say that William had been poorly overnight but seemed better now, and Danielle had also been poorly. Michael felt iffy. Hmm…. I thought I’d better phone Dave and Chris. We were planning to go over for lunch, but obviously needed to let them know we’d been in contact with the dreaded lurgy. We agreed that visiting probably wasn’t the best thing to do, given the circumstances, so we postponed our visit.

John, meanwhile, having had a nice lie-in, got himself up and dressed in his best togs, before I had chance to tell him that we were staying at home. “Never mind,” he said, “probably the right thing to do.” So he’s been smart all day – which has been nice.

My intention this morning was to watch the church service. Normally it’s at 9.30, but in the newsletter that’s emailed round to us all it said the service would be available at 10.50. I assumed, therefore, that the service was at 11.00. Hmmm…. got the wrong end of the stick, I think, and it was a recording at 10.50. Ho-hum. That was alright, but the timings weren’t quite what I’d planned.

I watched it anyway and it gave me food for thought on doing our bit for climate change. Feeling a bit overwhelmed by that, though, to be honest. Still, looking on the bright side, we haven’t been using the tumble dryer because we haven’t bought a replacement hose yet. So that’s a contribution to reducing energy expenditure, isn’t it?

With our plans thwarted today, we spent the rest of the day mostly goggling the box. I had a book beside me which I read intermittently, as well – ‘Reasons to stay alive’ by Matt Haig (better than the title suggests)……… John inspected the back of his eyelids for some of the time, waking up for our evening meal, and then back to the detailed inspection of his eyelids until he perked up to watch the Grand Prix. All in all, a relaxing afternoon. Neither of us had the energy for much more. Me, with my toothache and he, with his chest.

The COVID situation continues apace with cases high in numbers. Not quite as high as recently, but still too many, and we need to be cautious – even around our loved ones, despite whatever the MPs might think.

Look after yourselves and those you love, everyone. God bless.

Well, there’s a little bit of improvement here in our household. I actually managed to get up and get a shower and wash my hair this morning. Reasonably early, too. We were due to meet the Sutton Sleaths at the house they are buying in Kenilworth. Michael wanted to measure up a few things so we took the opportunity to go with them and have a look round.

It’s a lovely house, so I am really hoping that everything runs smoothly for them. They have had a tough couple of years one way and another so it’s time for some brighter and easier times ahead.

John drove us there, as my brain was still addled with codeine, and then we all came back to our house for a cuppa and a pastry. Thomas hadn’t been very well during the week with a tummy bug, but 48 hours had passed since he’d last thrown up, so we were confident that the bugs wouldn’t be around.

I still wasn’t feeling great, so I left everyone to it and William and I went to watch some Octonauts on TV. He didn’t want any pastry but ate a few raisins instead. Thomas was clearly better as he hoovered up anything he could find. He came trotting through to the lounge with a mini box of shreddies and grazed his way through them.

The Sutton Sleaths left just before lunch and then, about an hour later, we got a text message apologising for their visit. Why? William now has the dreaded lurgy and had only been home a short while before he decided to throw up, too. Ah, well. Just got to keep our fingers crossed we don’t get it!

Exhausted by our morning excitement, neither of us has done anything today, other than put the shopping delivery away and John cooked the tea.

John had said he’d go to the shops for a few bits and pieces, but I really didn’t want him to. The incidence of COVID in the village quite high, so better to stay safe, I thought. Fortunately, the Co-op does deliveries, so you can do an order and receive your groceries within an hour or so.

Nationally, the incidence of COVID is going up too – in the last week it has gone up by 15%, those admitted to hospital by 19% and deaths in the community by 12%. Not good, is it?

With there being a question mark over whether John has developed any antibodies and, therefore, any immunity to the virus, I have ordered protective masks for us to wear now, instead of the cloth ones. There is some data to suggest these help prevent infection for the wearer, so let’s hope so.

However, there’s always something to look forward to, isn’t there? And the latest news is that, unexpectedly, the Sutton Sleaths are expecting another baby – due in April. They definitely need to move house now!

Take care everyone. God bless.

I can’t help thinking the last few days have been a waste. Here was a week in which we had nothing much happening and an opportunity to get on with those jobs on our lists. But no, if the toothache wasn’t bad enough, the codeine I am taking has done me in. Basically, all I have been doing for the last three days is sleeping and just sitting around, waiting for the pain to go away. Still waiting, in fact.

John, however, has been working through his list – which is a bonus. He’s tackled the jasmine, which was threatening to arrive in all our back bedrooms as it made its way through the roof space. He’s been on to Sky and sorted out our TV and telephone package, which is a relief; and he’s generally looked after me by asking, every five minutes, “Do you want anything?” Mostly, I haven’t wanted anything, so he’s been thwarted in his efforts.

Anyway, middle son thought I ought to be contacting the NHS 111 line as I seem to be taking my time to be better. After a half an hour wait to be through to an agent (or whatever they call them), the girl said she thought I’d got everything I needed, but did I want the phone number of a dentist? I thought I might as well. So she gave me the number of the dentist with whom I am already registered and waiting to see….. I shall just keep taking the tablets and keep my fingers crossed.

I haven’t been taking any notice of the news or the COVID situation – it’s funny, but when you don’t feel well, you can only be interested in yourself, can’t you? Ah, well, another day – maybe tomorrow? Fingers crossed I can give up the codeine which is just addling my brain.

Take care everyone. God bless.

No rushing about, just taking it leisurely today, following a delightful start to the day with a phone call from Australia. Gail was ringing to say ‘thank you’ for a parcel we’d sent. She’s been having such a rough time of things that we thought a few goodies wouldn’t go amiss. Had a lovely long chat and heard all the latest on Gail’s treatment, and how stalwart Graham is being in supporting her. Smashing.

Having said goodbye to Gail, I left John in bed while I went round to Dawn’s for a morning of chatting about weddings. Lucy is getting married next year and Dawn is thinking about her outfit, so we had a good old natter to the seamstress, Jackie, who is going to make it for her.

For anyone who knows how to sew, I am sure it doesn’t come as a shock to you that making a wedding outfit is very complicated. What shape should the jacket be? How about the neckline on the blouse? And the sleeves? How long/short should they be? And how about the fastenings? Goodness me, but the list goes on……

Fortunately, Dawn had refined her ideas very well, and Jackie understood exactly what she was after. A very successful morning and Jackie breezed out with her laptop full of ideas. I stayed on for another hour (not sure if I outstayed my welcome, but there we are) and had a bit of chat before coming home to winkle John out of bed.

Meanwhile, I thought I’d give the dentist a ring. I have a toothache. My own fault, of course. I should have had something done months ago when I had the chance, but I baulked and got cold feet, so now I’m in pain.

I phoned yesterday to make an emergency appointment. Ha! Ha! “Dr Danjal can see you next Tuesday.….” Right….OK, well, I’ll have to go for that then, and hope I can hold out for a week. “But you could phone up and see if there any cancellations each day?” Good idea, so that’s what I did.

No cancellations, however, so I wondered if I could maybe have a ‘quick’ appointment to check whether an antibiotic is needed before any drilling takes place. “Erm… I can book you in for a telephone appointment this afternoon – and then, if an antibiotic is needed the dentist can prescribe it over the phone.” But did I get a phone call? No. Try again tomorrow. Wish me luck.

This afternoon we swanned about. Dozing, watching TV, reading – and John faffed about on the computer what seemed like hours on business-related stuff. And so passed a very pleasant few hours – for me, anyway. I think John was increasingly frustrated in what he was trying to do – with no success yet.

After our evening meal, I went out while John caught up on all the programmes he’s recorded. It’s been a while since I last went to my little prayer/bible study group but I finally made it tonight. I was made very welcome but I felt foolish because a) I’d forgotten the little book we’re studying from, and b) I forgot my bible. Never mind, I listened instead and a glass of prosecco from the host eased the sense of foolishness.

COVID-wise, Gail said they’d had about 250 cases in New South Wales and 2,500 in the whole country yesterday. And they were in lockdown. Ha! We have had 43,738 cases today and yesterday, we were world beating….. but no recommendations for mask-wearing, keeping your distance etc etc…… it continues to baffle me as to why we are accepting this and not doing something about it………

• Monday 18 October 2021: New cases around the world
  • UK: 49,156
  • Russia: 34,325
  • Turkey: 29,240
  • USA: 16,260
  • India: 12,242
  • Iran: 11,844
  • Romania: 10,141
  • Thailand: 10,141

But anyway, perhaps I ought to shut up as well, just like everyone else?

‘The Party told you to reject the evidence of your ears and eyes. It was their final, most essential command.‘ George Orwell, 1984

Take care everyone. God bless.

Monday: “What time have you got to be at your training this morning?” asks John, putting his head round the bedroom door. “Half past ten,” I replied, “but you’ve got to be at Heartlands at 10.15.” Hmmm, best get a wriggle on then! It was already 9.15.

John went to see Paneesha today and I let him out on his own…. I had a remote, online training session via ‘Teams’ for a simulated patient role at Warwick Uni. It’s a while since I’ve done this work given the pandemic, but they asked me last week, so I said yes. However, I am having second thoughts now – there have been so many cases of COVID that I am wondering how safe it will be. We’ll see.

John came back from the hospital not having seen Paneesha, but one of his side-kicks. Nothing to report on the leukaemia side of things. All good. It’s just all the rest now…… and there were no solutions offered.

After his visit to the hospital, John was tired out and mostly spent the afternoon asleep. As did I. Once I’d finished my training and assessment session, I came downstairs, had a bite to eat and thought I’d watch some relaxing TV. It was certainly relaxing….. I dropped off almost immediately!

Nothing else to report really. We’ve had a quiet day and rested. Very nice thank you.

And those COVID numbers I was referring to? 49,156 people tested positive for the virus today. It’s not so much the worry of people dying from the blooming virus now, although there were 45 in the community today, it’s the effects of the virus that’s concerning.

Scientists are reporting significant damage to the brain and other organs such as the heart, in all age groups now. The longer it goes on the more we know about it and yet, the government would have us believe it doesn’t matter. We are the worst infected country in the world now, not just Europe…… God help us, because the government isn’t.

‘Flenching’ – a Susie Dent Word of the Day from last week, meaning ‘promising an improvement that never quite materialises’. Harrumph.

Whatever you are doing and wherever you are, look after yourselves – and may your God go with you.

This weekend saw us staying over in Sutton Coldfield, looking after the Sutton Sleath grandchildren. It’s the first time we’ve done this for a long time and I anticipated that it might feel like a marathon, given that we’ve sometimes felt exhausted after even a few hours with the kids, let alone 48 hours of ’em!

However, it was an absolute delight. The children were comfortable with us staying at their house and were as good as gold. Great company and kept us laughing from morning until night. It was lovely. No tears, no tantrums, just sunny dispositions for the whole weekend.

Not only that, but William slept through until twenty past seven; and Thomas slept through until half past. None of this ‘awake a six o’clock in the morning’ malarkey. Marvellous.

And it didn’t feel like a marathon at all. We are not sure how we achieved it, but the days were broken up into lovely littles sections of activity and fun. Grandpa, in particular, was well in demand.

We are home now, of course, and all of a sudden we have both gone tired, so we’ve looked at one another and agreed: it’s an early night.

Michael and Danielle had gone to Cambridge for the weekend – firstly, to enjoy a lovely meal at Midsummer House, where Andrew works, to celebrate Michael’s birthday; and then, secondly, for Michael and Andrew to run the Cambridge Half-Marathon today.

Being a naturally anxious person, I worried about them both doing the event for different reasons, but I am pleased to report that they crossed the finish line in a respectable time of 2 hours 12 minutes, having supported each other all along the way. You can’t help but be chuffed they made it, can you? And we are – they are! Just look at those smiling, if weary, faces. Love them.

A very BIG thank you to everyone who donated sponsor money on Andrew’s fundraiser page. Over £600 raised and absolutely delighted that the money is going to the charity ‘Something to Look Forward to’. It’s nice to know that the funds will help someone else who needs it. Brilliant.

Such a great weekend, so I am not going to sully the blog with COVID figures tonight. Take care everyone. Night, night. God bless.

It seems a very long time since we went to Ragdale Hall. It is, in fact, a very long time, so I am in need of some pampering. The bones are creaking and the muscles are tying themselves into knots. My friend, Margaret, recommended the local salon as a good place to go for a massage, so I booked in and this morning was the morning.

Oh, what bliss. I had quite forgotten how wonderful it is to be massaged. The masseuse did a grand job of smoothing and soothing. I felt like a different woman when I came out of the salon and I decided there and then, that I’m going to try and pamper myself a bit more. Booked in for another one in month’s time – heh, heh, heh. I reckon I deserve it.

John was just about to get up when I got back, so we had a cuppa and then I fiddled and faddled about for the rest of the day. John is still coughing and struggling to breath, so he’s keen to do most things sitting down if he can. His job for the day? Clear out his ‘man-drawer’.

Gosh, it’s amazing just how much stuff you can get into a drawer, isn’t it? Anyway, he did a good job and didn’t leave too many things out on the work surface in the ‘to be decided’ pile.

The main thing that bothered John was the volume of pens and pencils we’ve got. We still keep them in Michael’s old pencil case and it was full to overflowing. Some of the pens and pencils date back to Michael’s school days, but the marker pens (which took up a lot of room) are mostly remnants from John’s business. “Don’t worry,” I said, “we’ll put back a few pens that we actually need, and I’ll take the others upstairs.” John was relieved – and I have now squirrelled them all away elsewhere. And, before you say it…. we will need to fish them out again if we have a Christmas Quiz……

My main achievement for the day was to get my passport application done and sent. But what a kerfuffle. I’d have liked to have done it online, but the photos that John took of me on my phone were the ugliest of the uglies, and probably not passport-friendly in any case.

I toddled up to the Post Office and proceeded to have my photo taken in the booth there. The government website said that the booths would do me an e-photo, but I couldn’t find a button to click for that, so I ended up with the standard photos and had to fill in the paper form at vaster cost than it would have been online…….. ah, well, it’s only money, isn’t it? Gulp.

While I think about money, there will be NO BLOG TOMORROW because we are babysitting over the weekend at the Sutton Sleaths. It is Michael’s birthday, and they are off to Cambridge for a fancy meal at Midsummer House, the restaurant Andrew works in, and then it’s the Cambridge half-marathon on Sunday. There is still time to sponsor Michael and Andrew if anyone is so inclined, in aid of a charity that supported John and me a few years ago. Here is the link to Andrew’s fund raising page:

https://www.peoplesfundraising.com/fundraising/cambridge-half-marathon-andrew-sleath

On the COVID front, there are still an inordinate amount of people infected. 44,932 today. 145 deaths in the community. 40 deaths in hospitals in the previous 48 hours. We are waaaay ahead of any other country in Europe. Well, I suppose we’d like to be first at something, wouldn’t we?

This is the latest graph from Independent SAGE. Spot a trend, anyone?

Do take care, as best you can. Not sure how COVID-friendly the half-marathon in Cambridge is going to be, so I am keeping my fingers crossed that it all goes well and there are no ill-effects in any way from the event.

God bless.