Pookie

My mother’s tablecloths , the ones she embroidered herself are in the washing machine post flower show.

I will hang them on the garden bushes later to dry in the sun.

I met my sister in law for lunch and did a big store cupboard shop which was satisfying.

It’s warm and bright today and I’m smiling because an old friend Geoff not seen since my 1988 York days got in touch. We’ve texted during the day and his words have been healing to a somewhat tired soul 

“ I was just explaining to my dear wife why I looked you up- you meet some people along the way who you don’t forget- remember we got on really well, had some great laughs and of course there was always the memorable late shift with the Haloperidol😂. Have often wondered where you were and what you were up to so glad I’ve been able to get in touch!”

The twins made a foolishly youthful mistake last night and walked bravely into the living room together. Mary was half asleep, but not sleepy enough not to give chase before I could grab her, and the resulting bunfight had the record player knocked over and the kittens scampering for the stairs. 

This is only a minor set back for they are confident enough again this morning to be waving little hairy back paws at the dogs through the bannisters like prisoners rattling their mugs at a couple of screws.

Mrs Trellis laughed when she saw me earlier as I’m wearing my Garfield T shirt

“ you look like a big fat toddler” she quipped