Do you know what day it is?
One of the countless things I miss since I lost my love is having a daily reminder of what day it is. We did it for each other. In retirement the days tend to merge - distinguished only by the days the gardener and home help come and our various appointments. Diaries and calendars are religiously kept updated yet even with two moderately intelligent people errors still occurred.
We had a jolly evening last night at the Wellington, the two love birds seem happy and marriage has been mentioned; James kindly escorted me home, had a cuppa and I was in bed well before midnight. This morning it was clearly Friday so I stripped the odd bed and changed my pyjamas. Once showered and dressed I opened the sun room, unlocked the side gate and set Karen’s tray complete with her Christmas present. She is due at 9am so when it got to 10am I felt a little concerned and checked this was her week – she comes alternate weeks – it was.
I phoned her mobile.
‘Hi Karen. It is your week isn’t it?’
‘Yes Pat but its Wednesday today.’ Her day is Thursday.
You see what I mean?
To finish the sad story I have been bleating on about how my ordered Christmas cards haven’t turned up and as a consequence went and bought local ones.
Yesterday, in the post I received my original order plus cheque and a note from the card people requesting the charity to find my address and return the cheque to me. Seems I filled everything in correctly but omitted to put my address.
And the name of the charity I hear you ask?