Good morning from a hazy E Kent.
That was some sleep, I was pooped both physically and emotionally.
A couple of very nice young men came soon after the beginning of the window, to collect the bedding for Necessary Furniture. This is a very worthy charity that equips people to star or restart their home, free or at a very low price.
I then started to call the various agencies to give them notice. The first one was so awful that she made me cry (when I’d hung up, I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction). I hunted for DH’s death certificate for about 30 minutes, became panicked that we had shredded it and went into meltdown when i couldn’t find it. I know that I can get another, but I had got 5 at the time. I finally found them “somewhere safe” and wept and wept.
I then called three other agencies who couldn’t have been nice, I could have hugged them they were so sweet.
I have noticed that instead of the covid message, agencies seem to have a “be nice to my staff” message. Well, if they are as horrible as the first one, I would certainly shout at them. I am always polite and try to be helpful and kind.
My friend came to fetch me for lunch in Deal, which was delicious and just what I needed.
I had barely got home than a couple turned upon my doorstep. I thought they were together, never having met either. The chap was from ‘tools for mission’ and my old sewing machine ,the other was to take my loom. That done, I fell on the sofa and tried to calm my whirling thoughts…
Having eaten at lunchtime, dinner was a bowl of homemade soup. Bed!
Nothing happening today, thankfully.
I hope you lovely people have a good weekend. Car diem 🦩🦩🦩❤️🦩🦩