Another action packed day here in wrinkly-world.
Up bright and early, well 8:30 is early for me, to find that we had run out of the ready sliced granary tin loaf that we use for the toaster so P had tried to cut a couple of slices from the seeded sourdough loaf, managing to rip it into chunks instead. Breakfast was interesting, but I glued my toast together with some homemade rhubarb and ginger jam, (not made by me but by a good friend).
Next, a rummage through the wardrobe to find a reasonably smart outfit to wear as we were meeting friends for a coffee. We parked on the outskirts of Peel and walked down to the museum café. Boy, that wind was sharp. I was frozen and wished that I had worn a scarf and gloves. I was amazed to see a man of mature years out and about delivering newspapers, wearing a short sleeved shirt, shorts and sandals!
After coffee and a chat, we walked back up the hill stopping to pick up my prescription from the pharmacy. Three people in the queue ahead of me but it still took 10 minutes before I was able to get served.
Next stop was the Hear2Help drop in clinic at the GP surgery to have my hearing aids retubed. Much more convenient now that the clinic has started up again so that I don't have to make a special trip out to the hospital. A charming man runs this drop in session each Friday morning on a purely volunteer basis. It is very much appreciated.
A quick visit to the supermarket across the road to buy bread then back home for lunch.
Later, we received a telephone call to say that an acquaintance had passed away yesterday. He was in his eighties and had been suffering from heart problems but it was still a shock to hear that he had gone. It is a sign of our age that we now keep a stock of sympathy cards in with the birthday cards, just in case.
Perhaps too much of a coincidence, but I have just received a letter from the Government asking me to complete a declaration form and have it witnessed, to prove that I am still alive and still qualify to receive my (very small) civil service pension.
Life is just a round of fun filled frolics these days, but at least we are still living and breathing and, for the time being anyway, we still have a reasonable amount of freedom. Carpe Diem.
Seize the day. Or seize the granary tin loaf if you can find one?😀ReplyDelete
Oh boy. Too many wrinkly activities for one day. Kick P out the door and get him running while you enjoy some good red as an antidote.ReplyDelete
He's already out there, getting in an hour's run before the rain comes. I need to lie down......Delete
Is Lord Peregrine alive? A good way of testing is to pinch his bottom very hard. If he jumps and yells "Aargh!" or "Ouch!" at the top of his voice that means he is still with us.ReplyDelete
I doubt that he would sit still long enough for me to try that.Delete
Sounds like a busy day! I count every tiny thing I do as proof that I am still productive and busy! When actually, I have a pretty boring routine and don't get that much done. Oh well, reading blogs is one of my routines so I had better get on with it! Thanks for posting, JayCee!ReplyDelete
Thanks Ellen. I must add reading blogs to my list of achievements 😁Delete
We hope you enjoyed the coffee and a sit-down at the museum cafe at least. F say's her grandma used to put hot milk and jam onto the torn up bread and eat it sort of like porridge!ReplyDelete
Oooh, sounds like something we could eat after visiting the dentist.Delete
Love the idea of rhubarb and ginger jam - haven't had it for years. A friend of my mothers used to make it.ReplyDelete
It tastes pretty darn good.Delete
Good job I never had to find witnesses to say I was alive to claim my pension.ReplyDelete
Would they have lied???Delete
You accomplished a lot today so, well done you! I also have to confirm yearly that I am still alive to get my (tiny) UK pension. It is such a small amount (I only worked in the UK for three years) that they just pay me once a year. It comes, very usefully, just before Christmas!ReplyDelete
Little bits add up!Delete
Sounds a busy day compared with mine. I too was a Civil Servant but I dont have to prove I'm still alive. I wonder why you do and I don't.ReplyDelete
I worked for the IoM government. Perhaps it is different for the UK civil service pensions?Delete