It’s been an eventful week. Nothing much in the Grand Scheme of Things but I certainly haven’t been bored. Firstly, I’ve been embracing the internet shopping, as I have decided that visits to real time shops (excepting the supermarket for my Ninja-style visits) are off the life menu until face coverings are no longer mandatory. I can’t be doing with it - the anxiety, panic, heat ‘n’ sweat-inducing malarkey of it all. Especially when the efficacy of wearing the damned things is constantly being called into question.
So, this week I’ve been at home to the delivery vans which have duly deposited ‘pon my doorstep: 7 sacks of cat litter, 308 postcards, two lovely notebooks and a new laptop case which was in a sale. The mass purchase of postcards is for me to send people as a keep-in-touch-spot-of-sunshine thing...
...the notebooks are because I am a Writer and notebooks are one of my very favourite things EVER. The laptop bag is for when I want to tote the laptop around in something light, instead of my current hefty leather satchel, and the cat litter is for the cats to poo and piddle in.
I have opened a savings account. Whilst savers aren’t exactly being encouraged these days with the woeful interest rates, our bank account gives us diddly squat, so I am shifting most of what we have in there into the new savings account. I’m hoping to be able to purchase something exciting with the accrued interest this time next year - a book of 12 stamps for my postcard sending, maybe, or a pot plant. It’s either that, or I buy a new car. Which I thought I wanted to do (my little blue car is nearly 10!) but as I’ll have to wait until I can visit showrooms sans face mask, then savings account it is.
An appointment with our chimney sweep who looks like Father Christmas has been booked so that our flue might be cleansed before the chilly days arrive. We were supposed to be having a cold Bank Holiday weekend and whilst it is a bit windy, there is sunshine and clear blue skies, so no cracking open the logs and firefighters just yet. I’ve had a couple of wet and windy days at work. On one, I ended up on a tyre swing. Apologies for the quality of the photo - one, it was wet and windy and two, my colleague is a terrible photographer...
One of our service users insisted on pushing me around on the tyre swing. This made me feel nauseous. It was like the Chair-O-Plane incident all over again. Only I didn’t have to pay £1.50 for the privilege.
On Friday, we made a trip to Lancaster because Andy’s mum managed to fall over and break her femur in three places. Her femur, not that she fell over 3 times in 3 different places. Don’t be difficult, please. Of course, we weren’t allowed to visit her on the ward, so we bought some magazines and left them at hospital reception. We also visited his dad as an act of familial support. He wasn’t in hospital, so that was okay. I think. The journey up was fine. The journey back was hideous because of an accident on the M6. Fortunately, we came off the motorway with 100 yards to spare (cutting across 4 lanes of stationary traffic) and continued home across country via the scenic route. Just as well, because I think otherwise we might still be stuck on Junction 20a. We had fish and chips for dinner. Which was very nice but which also made me feel sick. I think my weight loss and ramped up healthy eating campaign is making me junk food intolerant. Is that a ‘thing’? Can I make it a ‘thing’? ‘Oh no, I couldn’t possibly eat from your junk food emporium - it’ll make me blow up like a balloon.’
I have been exploring potential venues to set up a crafting group. I’ve had another declutter of the drawers and cupboards. I’ve been picking cucumbers, tomatoes, plums, blackberries and apples from the garden...
We have lots of cucumbers. But they are jolly lovely and are excellent fodder for my continued weight loss journey.
Busy week, you see. And busier weeks to come, I think...
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