George (my husband) politely suggested last night that I should move the pile of stuff that littered the sofa - ready to be packaged `cos I had sold it on E-Bay - in fact he said he was frightened to leave the house when I was sorting out my clothes, in case I wasn`t here when he returned. My reply was `Who would have me?`
Back to the sofa - OK I know it looked a tad untidy but it was a work in progress so far as I was concerned. He sighed patiently and said it should be cleared - even if I dumped it on the spare bed - because we had visitors coming on Sunday and they would have nowhere to sit.
Try as I might I could not wheedle out of him who was coming. He was stum. My mind puzzled over and over - brother- and sister-in-law (they live quite near) - my youngest son and his wife (likely candidates) ooooh my eldest grandson who had said he would pop up to see me (as a chef he works more hours than the rats so that wasn`t likely).
Came Sunday morning I felt a little fragile after a disturbed night (my arthritis has decided it has neglected me for too long and was in full flood during the night - dashing hither and thither over my body chuckling as it went) - decided I would give church a miss - George showered and was dressing to go when the phone rang - he grabbed it and disappeared into the sitting room out of my hearing. Turned out to be his son whose car had broken down on the A1 with all the kit for the youngsters` football team he manages! George, like a good `un set off to rescue him and I sighed and got up to tidy up the sofa, then the bathroom (visitors!) and finally the kitchen. Doing a bit and sitting a bit as is my wont.
At noon the doorbell went - I opened the door to see our friends from Cornwall standing there - we live about 320 miles from them - they had driven up with their caravan to Worcester and decided to come and see us and take us out to lunch. George (of course) had connived with them and knew all about it.
George returned home just after John and Maggie arrived and we set off to our favourite Chinese restaurant that does a fabulous help-yourself Sunday buffet. Wonderful! Photos were taken of George and me to prove to our friends in Cornwall that I am alive and kicking (and looking extraordinarily well).
Isn`t is just great when things like that happen? When people take so much trouble to let you know that you are loved? Aren`t I lucky?
Girl Friday
