Tuesday post Bank Holiday and I am awake and up by 7:30am as the cars need moving off the drive before the builder badgers arrive. Its raining and I wonder if they will arrive. Having moved the cars I return to lay down for a while to go through my morning getting up rituals but do not stay there long before getting up again for breakfast.
By the time I am up for the second time my partner has provided the badgers with coffee and had a chat with then about the fallen water terrace and a new doorstep design. Early on the windscreen wipers I ordered for my partners car arrives along with the post. They get labelled and squirrelled away. While I am doing that an item on TV catches my attention, it’s about the Inhaler Tailor in York. He makes inhaler covers for all sorts of inhalers to encourage children to use them, so their are lots of fun ones. Its a stroke of genius and of course given that my youngest grandson is on one at the moment I thought it worth a look.
As my partner uses an inhaler I am tempted to go for one of the “classic” ones. They are a great gift for anyone who knows someone who uses an inhaler. The Inhaler Tailor makes them for all sorts of inhaler types, he really has found a brilliant idea, apparently the nhs is going to run a project to see how much they encourage children to use their inhalers. After this piece of indulgence its time to empty Daisy dishwasher and to change the light bulbs that are on the blink in the dining room. Its all puttering and a distraction as I pass time wondering if the Americans are doing anything with my books or not. I know its a slow business but I am impatient to see the two new collections available, perhaps later in the day there will be something. As the morning goes on the badgers get noisier as they start to use their “flattening machine” to level out the front drive. They are working in the rain but making headway with the edging stones already. By lunch tine its looking like the weather might lift a bit, Apart from Tesco delivering today today is a rest day where I can feed my brain and try to work towards an early night. I’m going to try to have some early nights this week as I have still not fully recovered from my last Uluru attack and last Fridays injection.
By four o’clock I am out of spoons having taken in the Tesco delivery, squirreled and done todays crosswords. The builder badgers have gone having steadfastly worked through the rain. Within ten minutes of them leaving in rain it is sunny. No doubt they will be back tomorrow as they have a schedule to keep and they risk falling behind. So by mid afternoon I hanker after fruit cake and a drink before settling down to read for a while. The Calvino stories are like fine red wine and can be sipped slowly to make them last and savour the flavour of them. I am getting physically “itchy” as well as mentally but I know that if I over exert myself physically I will set myself back but I can feel the pressure to get going again on some sort of exercise regime. I must exercise patience.
The evening arrives quickly and I find myself very tired and start heading for bed in head early. There is only The Great British Sewing Bee to hold me before I down my meds and think bed and then realise the dishwasher needs to be filled and set going. Tomorrow is COVID booster day, that could be fun.
