Friday and I wake up feeling crap, my body doesn’t like being deprived of sweets and chocolate. I grope my way up and down a muesli and milk breakfast. Coffee of course washes everything down including morning meds. I find it difficult to get going on anything so resort to more death admin. There are emails to respond to and redirected mail to deal with. British Gas has written to my sister noting that the direct debit has been cancelled and would she like to call them to keep her payments going. Clearly British Gas is so disconnected they are expecting to talk to a dead person. Its the sort of nonsense that would have made my sister laugh. The garden guy arrives md morning so I have my usual coffee and chat with him. Always an interesting discussion, actually more of an interesting listen. I have lunch with my partner and then I start to play “hunt the cameras”. I want to gather all the spare SD cards I have which should be with the cameras. I know they are in the house, but they are not where they should be, so what starts is a massive hunt for them. I look everywhere including the loft, the suitcases, the storage spaces, car boots and the garage. I am still looking when I get a call from a friend. It was unexpected and a lovely surprise. It was really good to catch up with my friend and to hear how her recent birthday went and all the things that her children are up to. After the call I continued to play “hunt the cameras”.
My partner makes me a coffee and we talk about the possibilities of what could have happened to our good cameras. Burglary is mooted, alien abduction and the supernatural are considered but at the end of the day we conclude the bloody things must be somewhere. My partner wanders into the hall and returns with a bag, a gym bag, a gym bag filled with cameras. There they were sitting in the hall in plain sight masquerading as a gym kit. With much relief I put the cameras back in their usual place and then start looking at what was on the cards. While doing this Touch arrives, this my new Claire North novel, so I have something to read.
Then comes a super message from my youngest daughter. she and her partner are expecting their first child and my grandchild. She is having a boy so I’m to have another grandson. He is going to arrive in July and will be the best possible birthday present for me.
The evening saunters into view, I eat tea, book a Tesco delivery and watch a rugby match. I draft the blog and look forward to an early night with my new book. So its early night meds and off to bed to read for me. I am still struggling to find the right words for my sisters funeral in a weeks time. I’m sticking to an “it will be alright on the night” outlook.
