I've had on of those
odd days that happen from time to time,a queer kind of swimming
through treacle day where I seem to be very busy yet actually achieve
very little. It may have been because the day was dull just as we
were becoming used to sunshine,who knows? All I know is that the
whole family was affected by the same feeling, a sort of never quite
waking up feeling.
Breakfast was rather
late and it was as we ate our Scots Crumpets, with hot strawberry jam
and cream that we realised that all of us were feeling less than our
best. I had intended to do some gardening in the afternoon but by the
time I had cleared the kitchen,received the weeks grocery
delivery,placed the quarterly meat order and finished making the
Elderflower cordial it had begun to drizzle.......it would be
drizzle....it perfectly mirrored my mood.
Unable to do anything
constructive in the garden but in need of some fresh air I took the
buggy to Home-base,to deliver a jar of home made strawberry jam to a
young fried who works there, and I was happy that I had done so when
on a swift look around before heading for home I discovered the very
thing for which I had been searching in vain for some time; A small
set of drawers for Pa to keep his tea and coffee sachets.
I couldn't believe my
luck, this close to Fathers Day I had almost given up hope of finding
anything suitable,yet there it was! You see, Pa is unable at the
moment to make himself a hot drink,his hands are so badly affected by
arthritis that he simply cannot manage a kettle. With this in mind my
son and I have purchased a small gadget which boils just a single cup
of water and dispenses it on to the beverage of your choice.
This will be kept at
his bedside so of course he will need to keep sachets of coffee,
chocolate, Ovaltine,tea and Bovril beside his bed also,not to mention
small cartons of milk, this neat little set of drawers will easily
hold all those things tidily and more besides.
Pa hates to wake me
during the night and will not do so just to ask for a drink and it
worries me that he lies in pain without even the comfort of a cup of
tea. Now he will be able to have a drink at any time ,at night ,or on
the rare occasion he is left alone in the house,his happiness with
this gift shows to me how much he needs it,to feel self sufficient in
these small things means a lot when one is battling disability.
The sky grew greyer
still and Harry,our neighbours Ginger Tom bounced in at the back
door like Tigger to spend half an hour chasing a toy mouse around the
living room. His antics were so comical that even Twiggy,who usually
snarls when Harry appears sat spellbound as he cut capers, pouncing
and leaping tirelessly .When he tired of this amusement he pinched
Twiggys lunch and then shot out of the back door pursued by an angry
Twigs........business as usual.
The rain became heavy
as the afternoon progressed, and we all became even sleepier, my son
continued to write (his second novel in this series) he needs to be
ready to publish in a few weeks time when I believe two are to come
out together.
I gave up all attempts
as gainful employment and played ma jong for an hour before dinner.
The weather forecast
for tomorrow is dire , this means that I shall have no excuse not to
iron the boys shirts,of which there are a great
multitude..........Bum!!!
I intent to have an
early night with a movie and a bag of Haribo, there is nothing like
a little self indulgence to lift the spirits.
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