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.

108, Not Out

22nd March 2013 would have been my Auntie Phe's, (Phoebe Hannah's,) 108th birthday.  I find that amazing.  Auntie Phe actually checked out about 12 years ago, but she loved cricket.  It will be 12 years next month I think, but time passes so quickly and I hadn't kept track of time in my head and so had to text my cousin Lyn, to double check how old she would have been, it will be Lyn's birthday tomorrow.

I remember 12 years ago pondering on all of the changes Auntie Phe must have borne witness to; the telephone arriving in homes for the first time in Liverpool, taxi cabs which weren't horse drawn, the end of the tram and the emergence of the bus, petrol driven, commercial aeroplanes, helicopters, Concord, television.  She was born in 1905 and lived through two World Wars, I do remember asking her about family history but I'm sorry I didn't chat to her more about times gone by.

It was a long week in work.  Lots of decisions about my future to be made, plus the day job.

It's Friday and it has snowed since 3am.  It is now 7pm and the sky looks orange and it's still snowing.  I'm so tired of the cold... and the beautiful, white stuff.  Anyway, on the bright side, graze on my elbow is healing, bruises are fading, coccyx is recovering... slowly.