I awoke at around 03.30 which allowed me to rebake some flapjacks to make up for the disastrous snapjacks of yesterday. I left them to cool and returned to bed to sleep.
When I awoke for the second time, I checked them out, and finding they failed the Alfreda test and were unburnt etc, I drizzled them with melted chocolate and sprinkles.
Now it was coffee time, and I needed to get T up and for him to be co-operative. Which he was.
H looked on. I think she knew we had other things on our mind today. Well I did. There was not much on T’s mind.
He was dropped off at his playgroup and I went to the Moulsford monthly Coffee Morning. I am very grateful for the guidance and help that I received from various regulars. I think I’ve almost got the routine off pat by now. I was not looking forward to it, it having caused me to stress out for days.
This was not a particularly well attended coffee morning, probably something to do with the fact that it is the Easter Holidays. I will not be present at the next two because I will be at my new Art Class.
The day had started off sunny and chilly at 2C. But the sunshine was deceptive, because, like yesterday, we were promised rain later in the day. Not just any rain, but heavy rain accompanied by stormy winds. As of Storm Noa. French spelling because the Météo named him.
After the coffee morning, I dashed home to give H a quick run. The drops of rain were already plastering the windscreen but halted for the 25 minute run around that H had at Streatley Rec.
I dropped in at the Illis to return Minnie’s lead which I could not find yesterday. Apparently there had been some sort of muddle for Fleur, the reason being something to do with a cock up by Ali. They are in London for some hockey event. Staying over.
It is at this point that things get complicated, with Pen and family visiting on Friday, through to Saturday and requiring accommodation. They will stay at the Illis I think but Ali and F will not be back until Fri night. G is snowbound in Italy. I’m trying to organise the business of feeding them all. But getting responses is not straight forward.
I found T ready to return home as I wandered to Cholsey after 15.00.
Lest you be in any doubt about what he gets up to!
Roast lunch! Chocolate mousse! No wonder he doesn’t want my evening efforts!
I was absolutely exhausted now. The stress the coffee morning had caused me was laid to one side. Just tomorrow’s little outing to weigh my shoulders down now. Why I agree to do certain things I don’t know. I need to get better at declining.
And the weekend then looms. A lot of my current stress seems to be to do with H getting overlooked. I like to be able to choose when we go walkies. And not have the time, timing and place dictated by other events. Her walk is top priority for me because it gives me time with her, and peace and time to enjoy a particular environment. It is very special. I don’t like feeling hurried. It is my time and her time and our time together. Not that she is remotely bothered.
So another day bites the dust.
Thought for the Day
Ne’er a truer word spoken in jest.
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