There’s no good reason for me to be strangely comforted by getting a migraine today as well as yesterday, except the thought that maybe I’m a bit below par and that accounts for my forgetfulness. I was helping Al in the shop at the time so didn’t say anything, just popped over to the chemist and bought some Migraleve. I usually have them with me but used the last ones yesterday.
I also went to Wightmans and bought some new fingerless gloves. It took me several years of serving in an unheated shop with the door open to succumb, but by last year I couldn’t take it any more. I trotted along to the Chocolate Box to introduce myself to the new owners. It’s good being related to Al, as everyone likes him and so his relatives get an immediate welcome.
On my way home, I went into the bank to see if the rent for the flat has been paid in yet. It hasn’t. Boo. Not that I’m vastly bothered as most of it will go straight out in a cheque to the agents, who also kept the whole of the first month’s rent. So the slower they pay it to me, the longer they’ll wait for the rest of their fee. Having spent quite a lot on various necessary checks and upkeep, I’m hoping to break even round about the end of the year.
I’m going to have the pleasure of Squiffany and Pugsley’s company this afternoon. I might suggest making soup. Nice warm job for a chilly afternoon.
Just had a call to remind me I’m down to do refreshments for next Tuesday’s WI. Indeed, I haven’t forgotten and have been considering the menu for several days. No cup of tea and a biscuit for us. It takes up to three people to prepare a sumptuous array of snacks sufficient for 30 or so people. I usually skip dinner on WI nights so that I can do justice to it all.