This week Michael invites us to write about our morning. Many people write about the need for coffee/tea in the morning to get their day underway.
I’m a tea drinker first thing in the morning, and have been likened to a witch until those first drops of nectar pass my lips. I confess there is a transformation.
Our days are pretty much the same, let the dog out, go back to bed, eventually get up and have breakfast, though obviously some days when we have appointments or work to do, it’s a different story.
The day started at 6am as usual with Maggie wanting to go out, and as usual I went back to bed afterwards for another hour or so.
We are expecting a delivery today, and the company had promised to send a message by 11am to let us know when so that we could be in to receive it.
Hubby had an INR appointment this morning at 11, so I was going to stay in, but we received our message at 9.20 to say delivery would be between 1.30 and 2.30.
Unusually, the clinic was full, but the two girls on duty were not the normal team, and one patient came out saying everything was all over the place. That did not bode well.
An elderly lady came out after having a full blood test and went off down the corridor to come back looking confused and anxious.
I asked if she was OK and she said she’d lost the lift, so I took her arm and walked with her to it, then went down with her to make sure she was OK. She said there was no need as I was waiting but I told her it was for my husband, not me, so there was no problem.
I asked if she had a taxi waiting, but she said no and that she was OK, then took a seat in the waiting area.
Back upstairs, a nurse we didn’t know was rushing about in a bit of a frenzy, with doors slamming behind her. I hoped Hubby was seeing the other one as she has been dealing with him for the past two visits. Relieved, he was called in next to see her, so it was OK.
He is back within range after a couple of weeks being erratic, and this time won’t have to go back for a fortnight.
We came straight home and I put dinner on.
A definite change from the norm, as we had chicken, bacon and leek pie with roast potatoes, mixed veg and brocolli. Maggie had some titbits of pastry and some gravy.
It’s been a few years since we last had a pie, and the last roast potatoes I cooked were at Christmas. It was a nice way to polish off the morning!
It’s afternoon now, and we are waiting for our parcel.