Good Friday?

Maundy Thursday in work was not good, I was the only one on my team doing the day to day stuff and for the second day running, I didn't get a lunch.  It's no biggie, it's not like I was going to starve, I just worked through so as not to waste 20 minutes.  I didn't feel good though, I've been starting with a cold all week and today, I have a sore throat and think glands are coming up, expecting tonsillitis just in time for the much needed 4 day break, typical.

It's Good Friday today and I slept okay, had my usual and current wide awake stint around 2am for an hour, then rose around 6am.  Still have drippy nose and sore throat, but it's no worse than yesterday.  Last Friday, my washing machine died and the new one is coming today.  J has arranged it all for me and in the first place, it could arrive between 7am and 7pm.  Later, we were told it would be between 14.55 and 19.55, lastly, between 15.00 and 17.30, which meant that I could go out for my coffee and do some food shopping this morning, and I wasn't trapped in the house for the entire day, you know how I hate to be trapped.  At 15.30, my new appliance arrived, such a relief. 

One Good Friday I will never forget, is when Auntie Phe, Mum's eldest sister was very ill, on deaths door to be frank.  We were all summoned to the nursing home and we'd been there for hours, we'd got there on the Thursday.  Around 2am on Good Friday, the night staff offered us all pea and ham soup, we'd been there for hours and I don't think anyone had eaten anything.  I didn't have any but B tucked in heartily, never one to say no to food, she does love her food.  It was only half way through the bowl that we realised it was Good Friday and of course, you're not supposed to eat meat on that day.  B, being quite religious was mortified but it was very funny for the rest of us at least and lightened the mood.  Seems like such a long time ago.