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Good Friday

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It started with the ping of an incoming text. I ignored it.

There was a second ping. I ignored that too.

“Simon,” said Julia, sternly, “you’ve got texts.”

“Yes,” I agreed, “I have.”

I turned over in bed. It was just after seven and I was planning on a lie-in.

“It might be important.”

“If it was important they’d ring.”

But by that time I was awake so I got up and read them.

It was Number Two Son telling me he was going to be late home from work because of an action-packed night shift. First there was a power cut, then the fire service had to winch a trapped customer down from a lift trapped on the second floor (or third floor as I believe the Americans say). This resulted in a broken lift.

They had a disabled customer in the hotel, so Number Two Son had to stay to ensure the customer had help to get up and down stairs if  he needed it. Until he tookthis job I didn’t realise that they had an extra staff member in if they had a disabled guest. This is good service.

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Blossom at Mencap Garden

Naturally, this meant I ended up going to fetch him. They managed to get a cleaner to come in early to cover so we were off by 8.30, just one and a half hours late.

As a small silver lining – it’s double pay, with Good Friday being a Bank Holiday. Silver lining for him, that is. I don’t get paid, I just lost my lie-in.

We’ve been shopping since then, gardened, cooked and had a discussion about my language after some advice I gave to a driver who got in my way.

Hopefully the rest of the weekend will be more relaxed.

A Day With Few High Points

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I’ve just spent several minutes trying to remove an unwanted comma from a piece of work. It’s frustrating when you can’t get a computer to do what you want it to do.

It was even worse when I realised the “comma” was a mark on the screen. Laptop screens seem to attract more detritus than the screens on ordinary computers.

That’s been one of the highlights of the day.

The second was my blood test. The blood was not flowing well today and it felt like they were having to dig it out. When they removed the needle it suddenly decided to flow. Fortunately it hit the chair arm rather than me. Having changed specially for the visit I was glad that it didn’t go on my clothes.

It seems I passed the blood sugar test two weeks ago. Unfortunately I had a phone call from the anticoagulant service this afternoon to tell me that things had not gone so well. I need to go down for testing again next week: they do that when things don’t go well.

The final high point was sitting in a chair making demands for constant hydration (tea). Number One Son is back from Portugal and has been working well with the kettle. He even put a couple of sausages and some beans together for a light lunch.

I had to pay for this attention by listening to his views on nutrition and where my diet is going wrong. As his first degree is in Sports Science, including nutrition, he has the moral high ground.

Apart from that, I just sat here gently recovering and shouting at the television.