There are loads of last-minute meetings before we leave. Today the diocesan bods were over to inspect ‘the property’ gravely and to thank me for doing a good job in looking after it. Is that all I get?? I deserve a medal!!!
Most rooms are piled with boxes and I am trying to clean as I go along. Some of the furniture is selling on ebay but I can see a call to British Heart Foundation coming on. I thought, as ‘they’ are going to let it, I could leave a couple of bits of furniture … … oh no, I was told, everything has to go:
It’s not all bad. Yesterday Community Minister took us out for lunch as a leaving present – lovely! Our first meeting had been in the pub so it seemed only right to finish up there too
And two of our daughters handed us a voucher for a High Tea at a rather classy garden centre. We took some time off on Monday and sat outside in the sun, drinking tea out of REAL bone china cups and wading our way through a tiered cake stand full of delicious sandwiches and fresh scones with jam and cream … … we had to take the cheesecake home with us. After we had gone for a little waddle round the park.
Today I’m off to the hospital again, unconnected with Madame Thumb, for some investigations. I could do without this on top of everything else but hey, thank the Lord that the good ole NHS is on to it so efficiently.
Even so …
I get the results of my thumb biopsy on Monday. After Hub has driven away. He’s going to the flat to start putting flat-pack furniture together, so we’ve got something to unpack into.
And I follow on Wednesday, once the removals guys have been. Not sure whether to try and book an advance train ticket – but they don’t know when they’ll be here, and it would not be clever to have a ticket I couldn’t use because they hadn’t finished.
Do your best
then take a rest
and sing yourself a song.
When there’s too much to do
Don’t let it trouble you
Just keep on singing all day long
like the cheerful chickadee …
Whistle while you work
Put on that grin
and start right in
to whistle while you work
(What happens if, like me, you can’t whistle????)