My car needs a new fuel pump, which hasn’t arrived at the garage yet so they’ve lent me a car. Replace the petrol you use and please don’t have an accident, the man said cheerfully. I realise now that I’ve left my satnav in my car, so will look up my destination for tomorrow (my satnav doesn’t have churches on it anyway, so I have to know where in the village I’m heading) and see if I need to pick it up on the way…. and now I have, I’ve decided to go retro and take a map. Amazingly, I went to the bookcase where it was supposed to be and it was right there.
The Sage had a visit to the hospital before Easter – the cardiologist doesn’t think there’s much matter for concern but has put him on beta blockers for an irregular heartbeat and offered a chest x-ray, which was done there and then – I phoned the doctor’s surgery this morning to see if there was any follow-up from that, but I don’t think there is. They’ll phone back if he needs another appointment. Boring, isn’t it, this ageing thing? The Sage doesn’t like to admit to any infirmity, though he’s been known to be completely wiped out by the slightest hint of man-flu, so I have to go with him to medical appointments or else he’d claim to have the health and fitness of a man of thirty. Mind you, I didn’t know him when he was thirty.
Al and the family came over this afternoon and I cooked sausages for tea. Young Hadrian’s vocabulary increases week by week and he’s a sturdily cheerful little boy. His cousin Gus is also a happy child – he’s three months younger – but they’re quite different in appearance. Gus is tall and skinny, Hay is stockier, though not fat. All five of the grandchildren are such a delight. When blessings are being counted, I have quite a number of them.