It’s been holiday time recently, so the family have had to wonder, more than usual, which version of me they’ll get that day. During term time they don’t have to wonder so much because they’re all out at school, leaving me to deal with myself and my health. Holidays have the extra spice…
Will it be the Saturday version when I slept until 9.30, had breakfast, and then went back to bed until much later because my body wasn’t ready to be awake? Will it be one from the day before when I watched some tv, did a wee bit of ironing and then sat down a lot when I was meant to be batting a ball outside?
Maybe it’ll be the me of Sunday? I remembered to pay bills and finally ordered the music for Girl1’s trumpet exam.
I operated on some soft animals, sewing up gaping holes that had been widening for rather longer than planned. Pet rescue in the sun.
I stuffed envelopes with information about the charity and the support it provides to patients and carers, and addressed them to about half of the health professionals with an interest in neurology in Ireland. More to follow. Who said volunteering couldn’t be exciting?
I baked a cake.
Wouldn’t it be great if it was like this all the time?