Good morning from a wet Trish Bristol. It has rained and will rain again; good, penetrating, gentle rain!
Yesterday was busier than I expected; the church coffee was full and lots of people came along, lots of chatting.
I came home rather tired as I had barely sat down for over two hours.
Usual postprandial nap, then I got a rather frantic text from a neighbour begging refuge from her anger re. Anchor and our obdurate residents.
She was ranting against the longer term residents who can’t get the fact that, regardless of whether we have a resident manager or not, they will keep to their hours and will not do any extra work whatsoever whatever the previous manager did. The past is finished, gone…
Quiet evening watching the last night of the proms, while hand stitching the sashing on my patchwork.
Church this morning, then empty.
Have a blessed Sunday ✝️. Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩