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A Week of Visitors

It was quite a surprise to me this morning to discover that it was Friday - which meant that I had an appointment wIth our Singing for Pleasure choir.

 

No, it wasn’t the fact that Friday is Choir Day, more that Friday seemed to have snuck up on me while I was busy with other excitements. I have to say that every day this week, up until today, has felt like the weekend. Obviously, since I became a Lady or Leisure, cantering off the corporate carousel almost seven years ago, weekends aren’t quite the Momentous Events they once were. Still I can usually count on being able to distinguish my Monday from my Sunday, or my Tuesday from my Saturday.

 

This week was different, on account of my most welcome visitors. The Youngest of the Darling Daughters arrived on Monday (you will recall, if you are a regular reader, that we had made a “to do” list to ensure we were both gainfully employed for the duration of her visit, while on Wednesday afternoon she passed the visitor’s baton to my Little Sister and her fella who stayed till yesterday (more of which in tomorrow’s Daily Blog.) It was, indeed, just like a relay race, though a leisurely one on the whole.

 

The Youngest of the Darling Daughters would doubtless say that the lowlight of her few days with me and her Dad was accompanying me in the rain to my weekly Run For One - I am in (sort of) training, you will recall, to run a Celebration Mile for the charity Independent Age. Loyally, my daughter walked round and round Longcroft Park, getting wetter and wetter, while I was being put through my (rather slow) paces by Cheerful Chris who clearly doesn’t think a drop of the wet stuff is any reason to call off a training session. My daughter even avowed, convincingly, that her fifty sopping wet minutes in the rain had been worth it because she totted up her daily 10,000 steps (according to bossy Major Fitbit) along the way. At the end of my session, we repaired home to remove our wet clothes, dry out and warm ourselves up. At least I had a free tee-shirt from Independent Age to show for it; my daughter had only my grateful thanks for her company.

 

The previous day, as in Monday, she had the equally exciting task of accompanying me to my third hydrotherapy session. You can tell, can’t you, that I know how to give a visitor a good time? On that occasion, rather than getting cold and wet, she steamed gently in the heat of the corridor outside the Hydrotherapy Pool. 

 

We did manage to fit in some shopping, during which she persuaded me to buy a new top all ready for my short holiday with Mr B in just over a week’s time. We also bought some tea towels: “Look!” we said to each other at the entrance to Dunelm, “There’s only a few left, what a bargain - we’d better nab them quickly!” I am sure you are there before me - everywhere we went around the store, we found yet another display of tea towels...

 

We shared some most delicious meals, the cooking of which was also shared. And when I found myself up in the wee small hours with Mr B on the first night of her stay, my daughter made me go back to bed, turn off the alarm and sleep till I was good and ready to wake and face the day on Tuesday morning. 

 

Wednesday, the sun shone and we managed to fit in our favourite walk along the seashore to the Bluebird Café before she had to leave for home. Yes, there was coffee waiting for us in the Bluebird, you know it makes sense. After which she headed for home and I waved her off on her journey. “There she goes!” I told myself, endeavouring to swallow the lump in my throat. 

 

Our next visitors arrived with the scary news that there was a major hold-up on the A27 at Chichester with three cars involved in a major accident. My blood ran cold as I imagined all the awful things that might have happened to my daughter on her way home. Was she okay? I messaged her - but answer came there none for a whole anxious hour. Why do we always imagine the worst?

 

Eventually she contacted me to say she was home, safe and sound, after a truly awful journey trying to find a way round the traffic jam with the help of Sally Satnav. Oh, the  relief!

 

My daughter simply won’t have it when I apologise that it was a bit of a boring way for her to spend some of her precious holiday from work. Staunchly she reminds me that in between the shopping, the waiting and the Very Wet Walk, we enjoyed long chats and plenty of laughter. How good it has been to have each other’s company, we agreed.

 

Till the next time...

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