So It's Saturday morning. Usually it's my lie in day but no today up early as I have agreed to help with a Macmillan collection at a local supermarket ( local in that it is only two buses away) Arrive early so can have a cuppa first... makes me feel more human. Any way meet Rose the organiser. Have a lovely pitch juat inside the store, apparently yesterday they where situated in the wind tunnel of an entrance. Set up, Off Rose pops and then one of the store's staff arrives with the news that we have to move because we are currently in the way of firework sales which will be starting that do. Moved into the cold wind tunnel of an entrance, and it is cold!!! ( cold enough to disable the brass monkeys!) After a while another staff member arrives to say that we have been placed in too cold a place ( as if....) and that we would be moved again. My replacements arrive before the move has taken place but have told them what would be happening. Now this couple asre regulary tin shakers ( yes I know you can't do it any more) and said that the care at this particular supermarket ( name beginning with T) is nowhere near as good as at the supermarket chain begining with M I shall test this out in December as I shall be rattling there as well. People are so kind with their donations.
So my turn over rush home quick sandwich and off to the theatre... Arthur Miller's All my Sons. Absolutely spell binding! George Irving was fantastic. The audience was silent, so wriggle, no sweet wrappers. Stunning.
Rush home quick bath and off for the third time... a rather sedate hen party.. (Sedate as the btob is 5and a half months pregnant We have got plans to make it a little more raucous on Friday at work) Nice food , did have a glass of red wine, but the disco was a let down.. too loud music, muffled voice. But never mind it was a chance for a bit of social banter.
Have got a bit of a sore derriere.. I suspect it's a result of the radio on Thursday, feels like I have fallen heavily on my side. The ache in the leg is not too bad so assume it has worked.
Sunday BLO**DY driving! My instructor has the patience of a saint, especially when iI had a major strop. He has had me going round and round in circles Quite literally! But by the end of the lesson I did feel a little better. No lesson next week he is on holiday (Hurray! but have been told to learn my theory.
Have decided not to share my Thursday news with family, there is no need until we find out if the tamoxifen is not working and that will be Christmas timeish. Will obviously wait until after the holiday season if I have to say anything.
Oh my husbadn, at times he is so dense... Having thought of all the things I need to make sure are in place, the will etc I began thinking about what kind of funeral I would like and looked on the web for eco coffins. Saw a really nice one... yes I know it wont matter to me but I want something nice. Anyway mwentioned this to hubby. 12 hours later ( at least) he initiated this conversation
" You didn't just pop in did you?"
"What?"
"You didn't just walk past and pop in ?"
"Pop in, where , what the heck are you going on about?"
"The undertakers, you didn't just nip inas you were walking past did you?"
"No dear... I used the web"
"Oh!"
Take care all
Kath x
