Ten Minutes

Jan has been slowly coming to terms with losing Mol, every day, I try to make her laugh a little and she is responding but then I'll get a text in work from her to say a member of staff from the Vets has phoned her in tears to say how sorry they all are and then a member of staff from the hospital whose care Mol was under, phones to say that there wasn't a dry eye in the house when the news spread.   It's all heart breaking, all lovely, all valid and a reflection of just how lovely Molly was.  She was a good dog, she is loved and she's somewhere now happy and feeling like she's a puppy again, I'm sure of that. Ten days after we lose Mol, Jan's Lupus spikes, this is expected, she'll be OK soon though.

Work was tough this week.  I don't know if it's the hip thing which is wearing me down but just three days left me exhausted this week.  Still, it's payday so I booked in with Mand to get waxed and with Steph to get my hair cut.  The last time I paid this amount of attention to my appearance was January. I wasn't really in the mood for either appointment this weekend, but thought they may make me feel better... more human, and they did.

I laughed through the whole beautification experience with Mand, despite the process.  We have a lot in common and we have always understood each other.  Steph is very young and is refreshingly simplistic with her view on life, she always makes me think and I love how she cuts my hair.

Last Christmas, part of Bee's present was several 'gift cheques' the kind you can download from a website, fill in the recipient's name, what you owe them and then add your signature. Part joke, part an offer of support, I gave Bee cheques for decluttering the garage, sorting out her wardrobe and clearing her loft.  She says she wants to be organised and to declutter, but in the ten years since she retired, she has never attempted to do anything on this list.  I totally understand her reluctance and when you're faced with a mountain to climb, it's hard to get started. 

Despite my ten minutes or ten items mantra, I've failed to get my sister going on her own but she's finally agreed for me to spend an hour or two sorting out her garage.