It was what you might call an Early Doors Day - a day when absolutely everybody turned up early. “Manic Monday?” commented Donna, Mr B’s sweet carer, who arrived in the middle of everything. She knows
that manic mornings are a feature of our life.
Our first Early Doors caller was the District Nurse, visiting to apply tender loving care to Mr B’s legs.
She did, to be fair, telephone first, presumably to make sure we were actually out of bed. (We were. Just.) Provided she didn’t mind that we were still in our pyjamas, I decided we could handle it. Better an early visit, than her turning up in the afternoon
when our visitors were due...
Mr B was not too impressed, having to finish up his breakfast before her arrival and, worse still, not being able to request second
helpings but an hour later when the nurse departed, I was feeling pleased we had fitted in her visit.
Half an hour later, Donna was here as usual and I was
upstairs doing my daily exercises when the door bell rang again. It was Steve the Plumber who had turned up to service the boiler at least an hour earlier than expected. Ah, well, I thought, what’s the harm in another Early Doors caller - so in he came
while I silently congratulated myself on my adaptability...
Even the postman turned up earlier than usual, bringing an unexpected bonus in the shape of a letter
accompanying a cheque for £42.26 to repay a discount we should have been awarded back in 2013 on a home insurance policy. We’ve long moved onto a different insurance company, but it’s good of them to remember us, isn’t it? Plus the
second letter I opened informed me that there would be no increase this year on the cost of Mr B’s community alarm. It makes such a change from our usual Monday post of catalogues and letters from charities asking us to increase our donations.
Maybe it’s the gradual Lifting of Lockdown today that is behind all our Early Doors callers? Perhaps they have all risen with the lark, full of the joys of a spring
day, and decided to get going a bit early as a result. Everyone has a spring in their step
There was a very good reason to be pleased that all our callers had
been and gone earlier than expected - we were welcoming visitors in the shape of the Eldest of the Darling Daughters, her fella and granddaughter Eleanor for a picnic in the sunny back garden. Now I didn’t have to worry that our picnic would be disturbed
by the nurse, the boiler engineer or the postman. We celebrated the Easing of Lockdown in style - visitors had brought with them a bottle of bubbly, making our afternoon extra special. The popping of a cork was an appropriate accompaniment to a catch
up chat - how many other families, I wonder, were meeting up today, like us, after long months apart and settling back into that easy familiarity which comes from so many shared years past.
Oh, yes, there were three more Early Doors callers I haven’t mentioned yet. I noticed them when I was out in the back garden making picnic preparations - shifting the garden table and chairs onto the lawn so that we could observe
social distancing; unearthing the seat cushions from their long winter sojourn in the garage; making up our own picnic rolls. There they were - amazingly, three beautiful lilies who, growing in a sheltered corner, had escaped the frosts and were starting to
Quite ridiculously early - could it be that they, too, were celebrating the Easing of Lockdown?