I’ve spent the last half-hour lying in a hot bath. No one, surely, can claim that a shower is as relaxing and soothing as a bath. I suspect that showers only started to become really popular once people heated their bathrooms and, of course, we are resolutely old-fashioned and do not. Though a concession to decadence caused us to install a heated towel rail.
It’s the early service tomorrow, so I’ll have to get up in time to arrive at church by 7.30 to set things up. Then, if it isn’t raining (I don’t feel quite that stalwart right now), bike in for the paper, home for breakfast and then back to church to practise playing hymns for the 11 o’clock service. I say practise – in one case, learn also. After that, a meeting of the Admin group. I’ve just drafted a brief agenda – it is sketchy enough to include, as Item 6, “whatever I’ve forgotten to put down”. Whatever I have, I hope I will remember, or I’ll have to call another meeting. I have offered to take along a bottle of wine, as reward for our dutiful attendance.
In the afternoon – – – whatever I want.
In the evening, write up accounts from today (I had Important Things to do so didn’t take time on that) and work out the order for Monday.
Monday will be my last day at the shop, and I won’t have to be there all the time, as Tim stays until 4.30. I am planning to go out for lunch, and then go to help out at a music lesson at the high school before going back to work out the next day’s order, close the shop and … go home and relax. And greet my grandbabies.