What I did today

Thank you Anne for starting this thread.
Your granddaughter must love you very much. She is a very fortunate girl to have you looking after her.

Today, I opened up our church, (very early ?) the usual keyholder is on holiday, as is our Parish priest.
I then did a bit of admin and had a go at sorting the photocopier, (I love troubleshooting technical things), came to the conclusion it needed an engineer, so listed all the faults and left an example of what was wrong.
Tidied up after the service, procrastinated by chatting to everyone and anyone, sorted a few problems, then went to the shops.

I can't really carry much, but I saw a space right outside the freezer shop, where they do deals on cases of Pepsi Max. (and I had a coupon)
I foolishly stocked up, (can't resist a bargain) manouevered the trolley out of the shop towards my car.
What I didn't realise was that the pavement was on a slope, veering towards the main road, the (too) heavy trolley starting rolling towards my car and the road.
I started to make all these silly noises, as I tried to stop it! Ohhhhh, aahhh, oooh, oh no!, insterspersed with a croup like cough and some rude words. I felt such a fool.
At that point the rain started to come down in torrents and I was soaked, (no hood, showcasing my new yellow coatigan) I looked like a bedraggled scarecrow.
DH was not amused, as I'm not fit for things like that, he said I should have asked him to get them. I did, THREE WEEKS AGO!

Just as I arrived home, DS2 and partner arrived, a good excuse to sit and chat, after I had put everything in the freezer.
Unfortunately the freezer was full and there was no room for my 12 mint Cornetto cones. .
My stomach had obviouly ruled my head!

Just had a roast dinner, am now going for a soak in the bath and some steam and menthol crystals to shake this horrendous cough. I'm barking like a dog, but DH of course is barking louder, noticebox that he is! He thinks he has double pneumonia or some lethal, obscure virus, picked up on the plane back from Rome. He is a conspiracy theorist.
A really exciting day! I think not!!!

Enjoy your evening, all.

Annsixty, 82 is not 'very old'. 92 is getting old, 102 is very old... imo

Happy Birthday to Monica's DH! Annsixty, how lovely for you , having GD to stay.
Had a sore head after last night's celebrations (son's m.i.l.'s 65th Birthday). Stayed in bed most of the day except to pick up my car from the pub (neighbour gave me a lift).
Had couple of pieces of grilled chicken thighs with rice and yogurt.
Back to bed again......bliss !

Annsixty how lovely that your DGD has moved in with you!

My achievement today is making the Christmas cake. I still use the recipe that Miss Knight, the Domestic Science teacher, gave us in 1962, and I still have the dog-eared notebook that I wrote in all those years ago.
Then I had two hours in the garden, weeding and dividing up perennials that have run amok over the last few years.

Just about to have a very exciting dinner. Baked potatoes with sausages & (homemade) coleslaw, followed by blackberry and apple singe pudding, made with the blackberries we picked yesterday.

Spent the morning trying to convince DH that what he is going to do is for the best. I won't elaborate here.
Made lunch, washed up, and got out the crochet.
I'm now waiting for Antiques Road show to begin.

Sorry ann I must have had too much plonk!

Church this morning. Ironing this afternoon. We too shared a small chicken breast but had chips ? naughty. Now getting ready to watch the F1 racing having had a little drink ?. Glad you had a nice time with your DGD annie

I've been a bit lazy today. Defrosted the freezer and did a bit of half hearted cleaning. We're off to a pub quiz now, which is always good fun.

Love raspberry gin, I was bought a bottle of small batch for my birthday.
In spite of being very old ( 82) I still love gin of any sort, good food and young people’s company.
Small portions of really well produced food is the best.

Not an exciting day here, unless you count catching the two mice that our older cat brought in. It's nice that he can still catch them but, as half his teeth are missing, he has to gum them to death and we usually rescue them alive.

Church this morning - I'm the organist, which at least makes sure that my childhood piano lessons don't go to waste. Then the ironing, interrupted by 2 power cuts, the latter not that unusual here.

DH and I shared a chicken breast. Not a huge amount of meat but lots of nice veg and crisp roast potatoes. I'm now contemplating breaking out the raspberry gin I brought home from holiday....

How wonderful for you annsixty, a good day indeed! I had a lie down this afternoon, cooked the first roast dinner for months, DD2 there too, dinner is always a hurdle for me!

I did a big bake for the freezer ,had the house to myself which is rare ..no GC ...very rare so thought I could fill a shelf or two with steak pies ,quiches ,scones and pancakes and a huge batch of apple sponges ..should have been apple pies but my daughter phoned while the apples were cooking and they ended up a bit pulpy .Not to worry my OH will eat them anyway .A wee visit from my son and his eldest ( thats new as the baby is just 2 weeks old) at teatime which is his normal routine as he pops in on his way back from work most days .Dinner came out of the freezer a lamb and cauliflower curry .Dishes done ,by hand I got rid of the dishwasher a long time ago as I quite enjoy washing dishes now I'll catch up with last nights Casualty while OH heads to the supermarket for catfood ...my kittens are eating me out of house an dhome ...lol

Its DH's birthday today and we have both really enjoyed it.

Three months ago DH had a micro-sleep on the motorway and that finally kicked him into going to the doctor because he was permanently tired and sleeping more and more during the day. I had told him some years ago that he had sleep apnea (when he keeps stopping breathing in the night and then briefly wakes to take big choking breathe), but he ignored me.

A week later he was confirmed with severe sleep apnea and given breathing apparatus to wear at night. It took just one night's proper sleep for him to wake the following morning the person he used to be years ago. Since then there has been no stopping him. He is busy catching up with several years of little jobs round the house. He is never happier than when he has a screwdriver in his hand. This morning I mentioned a possible change to a cupboard in the bathroom, talking about getting someone in. By lunchtime, he had been online, measured up and worked out how to do it himself.

I heard again the phrase that in the past has so often irritated me. 'Why pay someone to do it when I can do it myself'.

So as we had our birthday lunch. It was so nice to know that DH is again the man I married. He is now back in Duracell Bunny mode and I had a real giggle when I realised that next time we see him, DGS, will get the shock of his life when his grandpa joins the kickabout on the lawn.