Good morning all from a damp Glasgow, where it is currently 7°C.
Such sad news from the FGTs.j💐
Susan, I have been in a similar position, when I knew, that prescribed medication would contraindicate with my Rescue pack. Trying to get the receptionist understand the situation, was was extremely stressful. Good luck ♥️
Yesterday DS asked us to take Dollie, while he went to his five a side football game. However, she was quite unwell, when she arrived, so she had to stay until lunchtime, to allow DS to go to the hospital.
I was supposed to be helping to prepare for the Ladies' afternoon, but I noticed that she had an eye infection, so that had to be dealt with.
She was supposed to have a video call with her mum, but I heard dreadful sobbing, coming from the conservatory. DS had forgotten to reset her screen timer and I had to give her my phone.
Mummy didn't answer, more tears ensued. I tried to explain that mummy might have the doctor present and couldn't answer.
Eventually, when DIL phoned back, they were both in tears and eventually, I took the phone into another room, to speak to DIL alone.
DIL was upset, because she has been told so many times , that she is going home, then something happens to prevent it.
I was so upset for her.
However, if the wound team are happy, she can come home this afternoon. I am afraid to count on it.
I am worn out, both physically and mentally.
Our ladies' afternoon was a tremendous success, there were high school classmates present, whom I hadn't seen in decades, former parents and ex pupils.
One young woman said she had spotted me immediately, as I hadn't changed a bit. She said, that she felt herself straightening up in her chair. 🤣
The mother of one of the most challenging pupils in my career approached me to thank me for what I did for her son. (He once stamped on my newly healed broken foot,)
He was so challenging, I had to go back into class that year, no other member of staff could cope.
When a parent acknowledges your input like that, it gives you such a boost.
I spent the afternoon troubleshooting. We ran out of alcohol, (two runs to Asda), loo rolls and at one point the curate caught me rummaging in the presbytery kichen, looking for a corkscrew. I told him, he wouldn't need it, because it was Lent!😉
I cut through the church to look for the young sacristan. Dressed in a fur coat, velvet dress, carrying loo rolls and a corkscrew, I got some funny looks from new parishioners.
We raised at least £3,000 and a parishioner has offered to match the amount,
I don't think he has realised, how successful we are at fundraising!! He is in for a shock, when he finds out this morning. 🤣
This morning I will go to weekday Mass, for the first time in five weeks.
It was so heartwarming yesterday, to be given hugs by people who had missed me, thought I was dead. I was also told off for doing too much, but I am a lost cause.
After Mass (and returning the corkscrew and various items, I purloined), I am going to help clean the Parish hall. The hall keeper's young son is just out of hospital, so we are all helping out.
DH will do the school run this afternoon and hopefully go home to find her mummy there. 🙏
I cannot express how overwhelmed I am by your kindness and prayers.♥️
Good luck for your procedure, Nannyjan.
Best wishes to all of you, especially Gingster, her DD and all the family.
Have a pleasant day folks.
