I think I’m stuck in Groundhog Week! Looking back, this is how every week has felt since about March:
|Friday||Work, then drive to Selkirk|
|Saturday||Sort out Mum’s house|
|Sunday||Sort out Mum’s house, worship God, drive to Anstruther|
I don’t mind saying that I’m now feeling quite exhausted. I’m writing this at 16:25 on Sunday afternoon, but it feels like midnight.
That said, I’ve not regretted a single moment of the last six months or so. I’m just so glad that Jane and I have had the time, money and energy to help Mum out the way that we’ve been able to. I know that Mum’s said that we’ve been a real blessing to her, but she has to us too and this experience has only helped to make us better, stronger people and strengthened our relationships.
Same routine, different setting
With Mum settled in her new flat, and the various loose ends being tied up (plumbing problems being fixed, shelves put up, financial transactions completing) we thought that we could take this weekend off and have a long-anticipated rest.
How wrong we could be. No sooner have we got my Mum moved, but Jane’s folks have now decided to move. So yesterday we cleared out the garage.
Take one full garage, ready for some good old fashioned clearing out, and get to work …
Remove items from it, one by one, and carry them to a nearby skip …
Drop items into nearby skip, and repeat until garage is clear.
That’s better! Jane and Peter investigate a previously unknown, secret door at the back of the garage.