They’re all safely home and had a good time. We have been invited in for tea tomorrow, as well as to lunch with Weeza and Phil on Sunday. Woo-hoo indeed. Splendid.
Did I mention that Al accepted my offer to go into the shop tomorrow? That’s fine, I’m more than willing of course.
Mind you, I had brought home my hottie.
Still got the order to phone through tonight. I’m flagging a bit, but only temporarily, I suppose a fourth glass of wine would be a bad idea. Whisky? Okay, I’ll make coffee.
A busy day today – the money in the till didn’t seem to say that, but I think it will once I’ve allowed for Tim’s wages. He and I look after each other. He takes all heavy things away from me and I get us both cups of soup (carrot and coriander today) from the bakery. They make it first thing and let it cook in slow cookers all morning for lunch customers.
I’m a bit dozy tonight, as I haven’t been sleeping much. I woke this morning thinking it was Sunday and I had to be in church by 7.30. Thank goodness I realised in time. I would have been distinctly fed up if I’d buggered down the road and waited for a congregation. I’d already startled the Sage and myself by turning the light on because I woke thinking (sorry, this is a bit awful and I can’t remember the dream that set it off) that I could see blood pouring all over the radio, I think I get a bit carried away sometime.
I’m fine. What? No, I’m fine.