Well, I'm getting a few words down early this evening as I am taking Jill out in a minute!! That's twice I've taken her out in week....you can't say that I don't know how to spoil a woman!! We have two invitations...the first at K's 21st at C and T's, and then S and E's evening wedding celebrations....I wish I could say the we're rested and ready....well, we're ready...just not sure about rested.
Jill didn't sleep at all last night apparently...I say apparently because I wasn't awake to verify that she was up and down like the proverbial yoyo....but when I took her a morning hot water and lemon (why?...is it really a drink?) at 7ish she wasn't in the best of humour....and related the story of the ups and downs, and ins and outs of bed, overnight. The "interesting" thing is that there is no apparent reason for this sudden insomnia...less drugs and no abnormal eating before bedtime....what could it be? I suggested that maybe it's just a hangover from the general anaesthetic .... but it's a while now since the op....it certainly isn't the excitement of sharing a bed with me I might add...unless snoring keeps you awake (but then Jilly has had nearly 30 years to get used to it). The tiredness that ensued during the course of today wasn't helped by the fact that twice during the afternoon Jilly has tried to "have a little lie down"...but no sleep on either occasion.
Well, we're off....Bex driving...I'll catch up later when we return....and yes, we won't be late!
So.....we're back....two really lovely events...and we managed a small hour at each....both full of happy campers...mainly younger than us I'm afraid...but don't you find that young people are getting younger every day... my lawyer, for example, seems so young to me that I wonder if he should be still asking his parents time he should be in by.....and how much pocket money he should have every week. But there we are...everyone getting older.
Did I mention that Jack has been in Sark all day.....did I mention that Dan has been to the Minquiers today, TWICE!!....are they doing it to wind me up? Jack's working tomorrow, but Dan's back to Ecrehous, with three trips planned...today (from my bedroom window) I could see literally thirty plus boats out there today...maybe even more tomorrow....it's quieter to stay in Gorey Harbour!
Under the circumstances, Jill has coped well this evening, but there's no doubt that she's pooped now...and has trundled off to bed as I type. Let's hope that she gets some sleep tonight....she's certainly tired enough....maybe she's too tired? Tomorrow is another day, as the saying goes....and we have a lot less things planned. Today, for example, we started with a dog walk on Grouville beach...then a quick swim at Bel Val...then a quick trip to Ransom's for pressies and cards...and we got home at 12ish.... 12ISH? What happened there?...where did the morning go? I had "stuff" that needed doing...anyway, it was a lovely morning...well, the shopping it wasn't lovely...but the beach stuff was. As I said, tomorrow I don't think we have anything planned...and hopefully that will be a good thing. We have already mentioned a possible swim...but other than that we can just take it easy....I have a political meeting at 5...plenty of time for a good relax in between....BUT....it's the final day of the Ryder Cup...I will have to make sure I have either a radio, phone or internet connection. I don't say this very often but, "Come on Europe"...
Let's hope that by the time we blog tomorrow the golf results have all gone our way. Sleep well all.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
Popular Posts
-
It is with an incredibly heavy heart that I have to tell you all that mum passed away at around 8pm tonight. She went very peacefully surr...
-
Firstly I have instructed Bex to write on this blog "How to comment on a blog" , because I haven't worked out how to explain i...
-
Tom here. What do I even write. The last few days have gone past in a bit of a haze. So much emotional energy spent, with not enough food...
-
I worry that if I don't provide some update, you'll all fear the worst. Truth be told, there's not much to tell. A seagull tr...
No comments:
Post a Comment