Very Difficult

Accessing WordPress is becoming increasingly difficult. I don’t remember how many times I hit the button today, but it was an awful lot.

My sleep was very deep apart from waling, or even waking, at 05.00, as usual. The nights are noticeably stretching out in both directions: darker earlier in the evenings and lighter later in the mornings.

The long nag to get T up began. He was away with the fairies his morning telling me I wasn’t explaining things clearly. The crux seemed to be his perception that the house was not our home, just somewhere we were visiting. And he couldn’t understand whether we were just going out for a while or whether we were leaving it permanently. Social Club, I said, but I might just as well have said the moon.

I dropped him off and walked H at Castle Meadows which was all but deserted. No steers and few people. H ran around at the start and then decided to respect the warmth. It was around 10.30.

Back home, there was work to be done. Clearing the crap out of T’s study. His desk top was smothered in stacks and packs: of plastic bags/ folded face masks / bags of stones/ wooden ice cream spoons (used)/ empty envelopes/ bank statements/ old bills/ magazines and tissues and a mountain of napkins / paper towels which were carefully cut and folded into quarters.

There was also carefully flattened and carefully folded cardboard packaging, and not so carefully folded cardboard packaging. And cardboard boxes, and boxes within boxes, and tubes within tubes. 3 bags of rubbish later …

And then there was the shed which contained another cardboard mountain, going back as far as April 2021. Several trips to the car and back and it was all stuffed inside. And I was off to Crowmarsh where lies the recycling centre. I was hot, drippy and uncomfortable.
It took me several trips to get all the cardboard into the car. Not heavy, thank goodness, but quite lively and not very controllable to carry, due to it’s size.

I popped into Lidl on the way back to see what strange delights were on offer this week. Spanish ones today. I stuck to a few essentials, like the brown bread which it actually had. And strawberries in a huge punnet and grapes and prawns had reappeared.
Once that was stowed, it was time to gather up T (from day care£ who looked as though he was ready to break out. Once people start leaving, T gets fretty and restless and starts looking out for me.

But he seems to have had a good day. He has eaten ice cream and attacked the grapes with gusto.

I fell asleep when I returned home. It was very hot by now and my main desire was to stay out of the sun.

The Commonwealth Games have all but finished.

The two screenshots below were from a short speech a certain George Bleakly delivered about Yoko at the wedding. George Bleakly is some sort of TV person. (Planning Editor for Channel 5 News) But he goes on many of the walks / hikes that Yoko leads. So does Rupert which makes us English relatives giggle because, in the main, he was raised by a family that shunned all forms of exercise. In fact it was expressly forbidden, lest he hurt his super-delicate, violin hands. He was given a golf club or two, as well as a rugby ball over the years… by us…

But this gives a flavour of the woman Rupert has hitched himself to. Delivered nicely on the actual night too. Thank you George.

Anastasios = Rupert.

Thoughts for the Day are with Rahila who has spent / is spending 3 weeks in hospital – radiotherapy for cancer of the womb. Sudden onset / diagnosis.

Thought for the Day