Roobarb, you didn't miss much as far as the weather goes here in the south, a bit of a non event.
Not warm, not cold, dryish but the ground is wet, it got very windy around mid day.
So, my day started out as it normally does, quietly out of bed so I don't wake the OH. Dressed, in the bathroom while the kettle is on, fuss golden lab (he's got the waggiest tail you've ever seen) unlock the doors and let him out while I get them both their breakfast, it's too early for black lab yet, she's like her mum, sleeps till lunchtime if I let her. Put food out for the birds (including Frisbees) and take in that view.
Then wake OH up with her tea, toast, pills, nebuliser and TV turned on, Channel 20, Holby City.
That's the end of my peace and quiet!
The normal routine continued with getting her out of bed and onto the mobile commode/shower chair, the easiest way to get her from one room to another. Made the bed and hoovered the room while she was in the shower, then back into the bedroom, suprapubic catheter flush, cleaned and redressed it, clean nightie and made her comfy.
The community matron was due today to clean and dress the wound left by the peg removal... Still not healed.
All that done and I'm ready to go food shopping by 1pm, my escape for an hour, once a week.
Off to M&S food Hall, expensive but you have to treat yourself, don't you?
Straight back home with 4 bulging bags of goodies, I always spend too much
Unloaded the car and into the kitchen, first job is get dinner for OH, then put the shopping away, finally, get myself something to eat, it was about 3pm by then.
An hour or so of TV with a nice hot, strong cup of yorkshire gold.
Then that sad news we were all hoping we wouldn't hear, Captain Sir Tom Moore succombing to this dreadful virus. Strange isn't it how someone you don't know except for just under a year he's made so many people proud of him and what he's done, and I was getting a little moist around the eyes.
I've watched a few programmes about him this evening, he certainly deserved all the accolades awarded to him.
So, it's been a bit of a downer this evening, sort of reminding me of my maternal grandfather who I'd been extremely close to.
The evening meal came and went, time to take the dogs out for a torchlight stroll round the village, not a single street light, only the odd glimmer of dim light escaping the curtained windows of a house and the couple of chirps from a bird roosting in a hedge I stumbled into.
I took a little detour into church Lane, although the church is way outside the village and there's a steep hill half way, and a scary looking, very rundown house at the bottom of the hill. I swear I heard duelling banjos one time I passed it 🤔
So I cut the detour short and headed back home, put the OH in bed, settled the dogs and that's it for today. Another one gone.
I've added my favourite daily visitor. Taken a couple of days ago.
He's been singing his mating song and it looks like it's working 😁