Fun Filled Friday

 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.