The weekend has started early for Ed and me, as youngest daughter arrived home this afternoon. Yes, the clans are gathering for the great Ruby wedding celebration on Sunday.
We haven’t seen youngest daughter since Easter, so are thrilled that she has a few days with us (but not looking forward to October time, when she leaves for four years in Belgium.) We get to meet the latest boyfriend on Saturday night. Can’t be worse than any of the previous ones, and in view of her penchant for collecting various sad, abandoned persons, I’ve threatened to meet him at the door and ask, “Are you a waif or a stray?”
She’s already had me on the Wii Fit (first time for 276 days, so the thing told me) and is taking me swimming tomorrow, so I’ll either be fit or fit for nothing by Sunday.
Have a good weekend, everyone, and I’ll report back next week.
Ed and I were church sitting yesterday. This week is Open Churches Week in Norwich diocese, when almost all Anglican churches are open for visitors to wander in when they wish. Many churches organise special events to attract the masses.
Our church has a display of Victorian (and older) christening gowns. They’re all in glass cases, but the church needs to be manned to welcome visitors, provide them with tea or coffee and chat.
I was at a meeting in Norwich all morning (I’m still doing a mentoring job for the diocese) so Ed started off at one o’clock, I caught the bus back from Norwich and walked the mile from the bus stop to the church, and Ed drove home in the car leaving me to church sit.
All went well until I felt a prick under my third toe. Thinking I’d inadvertently picked up a burr from the flower arrangement, I bent down to scoop it out of my sandal, only to find that I’d been stung by a wasp which had crawled into my sandal without me noticing.
Since I’ve been allergic to wasp stings in the past, I felt slightly anxious. So I rang Ed, who raced up with the first aid treatment – a device to remove any sting left in, and Piriton tablets.
Then he stayed with me for the rest of the afternoon, ‘cos it was quite painful and I didn’t fancy walking home on it.
Anyway, all’s more or less well today bar a little discomfort and quite a lot of itching, so I think I’ll live. And just as a post-script, we had no visitors at all to the little church!