I walk home a different way for a change, coming back over
the field, and it’s a joy. If you don’t take advantage of these opportunities
they pass you by too easily. A quick lunch, collect my mum and we’re off on the
hospital visiting run to visit the ailing one. Still no change, he looks well,
he’s just waiting for a surgeon to tell him when they’re going to operate. The
waiting and not knowing is always the hardest to deal with.
Then it’s back home to make the eldest a post-school
cup of tea and get the youngest to hold the step ladder while I stand on the
top of it (I know you shouldn’t but ...) to prune our birch tree. I wanted to
get it done before the catkins all fall off and I have to spend a lot of time
sweeping them up. It’s unusual and frankly quite surprising, for me to be on
the front foot with this sort of thing.
Mrs P comes in and we go out for tea, which makes a
nice change. The eldest drives as we go to a nice local Italian, as Mrs P says
it makes a change from the usual chain restaurants. The teenagers mobile
devices thankfully appear only momentarily. We manage to finish Mrs P’s
lunchtime crossword, have a sociable family time, and for once I don’t overeat.
Yours feeling content
Jay
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