We both made it to church on the Sunday of last week, we had a visiting preacher, he had a soft Welsh accent,and was very good. I slept rather deeply in the afternoon, just went out like a light before I had even drunk my coffee. The only problem was I had trouble sleeping that night.
On the Monday morning, husband asked me if I wanted him to move his chest of drawers, so that the last bit if painting could be done.
I wasn't feeling much in the mood, but didn't want to leave it, as I dislike uncompleted decorating. I popped out, and when I came back, he had moved the chest, and he was using the wallpaper steamer to remove the last few feet of woodchip. He cleaned up, then I got changed into my painting clothes, sanded and washed the last bit,and then gave it the first coat. It didn't take long,and I thought it looked so much better.
I was still catching up on the washing backlog, and using the tumble drier, as it's so much quicker,and if I get stuff out and fold it straight away, it doesn't need ironing. I got the second coat of emulsion on, did a cosmetic job on the skirting board, and told husband how soon he could put the chest back. Although when actually on the wall, the paint is only a couple of shades away from what was up before, it all looks so much better.
I didn't make the bed up with the new stuff straight away, as the old stuff hadn't been on for long. I'd booked a late appointment at the hairdressers, just for a cut, so walked down there, and popped into town and got the bus back up.
On the Tuesday, I phoned my friend C. I haven' seen her for ages,as in January I didn't want to carry germs, and wasn't really up to visiting at the beginning of Feb. It's not good to go and visit people and cough all the time. When I arrived, her husband said he had to pop out, so I said, 'Ok, I'll look after her' She has had laser treatment on her eyes, after 24 years of early onset a m d, someone decided laser could help, but she said she couldn't really see me at all. We chatted for over an hour and I think I managed to cheer her up. I usually try, and we do have a laugh about things. I left at about lunchtime, not long after her husband came back. To add to her problems, she now has to see a skin specialist for a problem with itching.
Back home I had a lunch of soup, as my weight had crept up a bit, too much comfort eating of chocolate when we had the washing machine trouble the previous week. For some reason I was having trouble sleeping. I managed a doze.
On Wednesday, we collected Lydia, and afterwards drove to the dump,as we had some empty paint cans and other stuff. The dump was closed, apparently it closes 2 days a week now. By the time we got home Lydia was fast asleep. As the front bedroom was still in disarray, husband laid her on the sofa, and she napped for about an hour. Then I gave her lunch. Afterwards she played happily singing to herself, I was hearing snatches of 'The wheels on the bus'. all too soon it was time for Grandad to collect her brother, and about half an hour later, I took her home too.Sadly I had yet another bad night. The next day, we collected her at 8 am, At least, I got her in the car after husband had left for school with Nathaniel. I tried the dump again and it was open this time.
The weather wasn't very good, and when I took her out in the buggy, we had to put the rain covers on. I met my former neighbour,and we had a chat. Then I saw someone else I knew. I was tad late getting home,and Lydia was sleepy, I'd managed to make room for the travel cot, so she had a nap, after lunch. When her brother came, he was quite happy to see her. They played together quite happily then watched some Thomas DVD. Unfortunately, Nat decided to do a huge track layout just before home time and wasn't too impressed to be told it was hometime.
Friday I spent partly trying to empty the washing basket, and catching up on some ironing. I still can't find the pictures I took of the crocuses, so it's a boring post again
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