Trouble with the Elements.
Today was a rare day; I didn’t have to get up early (when the alarm goes off at 6.15am) but at 5am I was struggling to find gum boots, torch, big umbrella and keys to investigate the machine gun sound which had wakened me.
Funny how one’s brain seizes up sometimes and it takes a while to remember the quickest exit to the garden, where the sun room keys are and where one’s glasses are to see the lock to turn the key. I was up and down the stairs and all over the house before I finally got out. Meanwhile the rat-a tat–tat was relentless.
One of the workmen had left a plastic plate and a plastic bird house and an enormous drip was causing the noise. When I moved the plate it all quietened down.
At the other side of the house I think I have a tile missing because there was a wet patch on the carpet of a bedroom and a bucket I placed was half full next day.
I’m expecting my handy man hourly but the drips have stopped so I’m not going to panic. Yet.I’ve never seen deluges like this. It’s fine to live on a hill – as long as we don’t get a repeat of the Lynmouth disaster and are swept down to the sea.
Lovely news yesterday. One of our male members had been absent for a few weeks and I was worried; last month one of our men who had recently had a stroke refused to eat and died.
I phoned P and left a message and then heard from him that he wouldn’t be coming to the group as he had met someone and didn’t feel bereaved anymore. I was happy for him but felt it was a bit hard to just write off the group so suddenly. He had been a member for well over a year. The opposite of being a ‘fair weather’ friend.
We were mulling this over yesterday and finally our leader said she had something to tell us. She was the mysterious lady and she had told P not to come as it could be awkward. I was relieved that P hadn’t behaved with uncharacteristic thoughtlessness and after much discussion we agreed he would be very welcome at our more social meetings. It is exciting – V is in her fifties, has never been married and has been a carer for much of her life both with her parents and grand-mother.
V then came and had lunch with Joy and me and we had a lovely girly gossip.I’ve been a bridesmaid three times – but never a matron of honour. Just sayin’.