Good morning from a showery Glasgow, where it is 11°C.
You must be exhausted, GM, after such a busy day yesterday,
Yesterday did not turn out as planned, I got to Silverburn, two hours latter than I intended and felt rotten, so only lasted an hour. I never made it to Tesco.
As I was getting ready to go out, the landline rang. It was the parishioner, who was liaising with the curtain fitter, regarding the new stage curtains.
She was frantic, the curtains, which were supposed to have been delivered to the presbytery, were nowhere to be found.
I reluctantly phoned the parish priest, who insisted they were in the presbytery.
The lady went back to ask the curate to look, he was not happy, as Mass was going to be late.
I said I would come down, after I had taken my medication, I wasn't intending to rush. My new strategy.
I got to the parish hall, to find an unhappy fitter, there were still, no curtains and the baton for curtain rail had been put in the wrong place!
There were also two painters sanding a temporary altar in the middle of the floor. We didn't know they were coming.
I reluctantly phoned the P,P to update him.
Who gave the wrong measurements for the baton, snapped the P.P.^
I responded with, You did!.
Silence followed.
I will leave you to sort everything out and give you permission to make an executive decision, God bless!.
I was fuming.
I did sort everything and am now best friends with the curtain fitter, painters and have rekindled my relationship with the joiner, who happens to be a former pupil.
Then I had to go a update the bad tempered curate, who hadn't a clue how to deal with the mess.
He had advised me on Saturday that he was more than capable of running the Paish and the P.P. was patronising him, by asking me to keep an eye on things.
Yesterday, dear reader he ate his words and actually thanked me. 🤣
Off I toddled to Silverburn to M&S food hall, then spotted the 70% off sale sign. The shelves were filled with the dregs of the sale.
However, I picked up an unusual vase, perfect for the conservatory. The queue was long and slow ( with elderly ladies discussing their plans for the day with the patient assistants), and I began to feel rather unwell,
At that moment I could feel my phone vibrating. It was DH, who only phones when either the house is on fire or someone has died.
However, the reception was poor and I couldn't hear a word.
Once outside, I phoned him, I think the hospital are trying to get a hold of you, they will call back at 2pm
My stomach began to churn with anxiety.
The outcome, I have a hospital consultation at 9.20am this morning in my local hospital, which is only 15 minutes away.
I knew I was on the two week pathway, but the two day pathway, is service indeed!
Last night, I was wandering about in my underwear, I heard the doorbell ring. I assumed it was my neighbour, but got the fright of my life, when a little figure, dressed all in black, appeared in the dark landing at my side.
It was my beloved Dollie.😍
Coming downstairs, I found DIS and SIL sitting there. DS rarely visits and of course,because I am a catastrophiser, I assumed the worst.
DIL had picked up Dollie from dancing ( hence the black lycra) and asked DS if he wanted to come with her to drop off some books for Babydoll.
This was rather unusual, because DIL usually pops in after school.
I think they were checking up on me, not convinced that all is well.
I need to get a move on, if we leave early enough, we may get a parking space at the hospital.
I wish you all the best of days and thank you all for your kindness and messages.