First Day of July

I overslept this morning.  I didn’t wake up until nearly 9.30 and as we had to go out before 10.00 I couldn’t have my usual weekend breakfast.I had to make do with Rice Krispies and a glass of water instead.

We had to go out as I had an appointment in town to collect my new glasses .  It means I now have both my new pairs so I can keep one of work and one at home.  

We also went to a bank to ask about opening a new account.  Our own bank has closed its branch in town which means travelling 15 miles to the next town for any face to face banking so we’ve decided to switch banks.  I know 15 miles doesn’t sound a lot but when our town has several other banks it seemed silly not to switch.  

I’ve just realised that there is something else I intended to do in June and didn’t get round to.  I didn’t have my haircut.  I had thought that I’d go in this morning to make an appointment but didn’t, because of this:

The first I knew there was a problem was last Sunday when my husband suddenly asked me what was wrong with my eye.  It’s the third time this has happened and I don’t know why.  A blood vessel bursts, I don’t feel it happening, it doesn’t affect my vision and it doesn’t cause any pain or discomfort.  So I forget about it until someone says ‘ooh, what have you done to your eye’ and then I feel self conscious.  I feel I need to wait for it to clear up before I make a hair appointment. 

My list of things to do in July is quite short and simple. 

Grow herbs  I try to grow herbs every year but am unsuccessful. This year will be different.

Enjoy fresh air  I can spend time in the garden, open windows and doors while I’m inside and go for walks.

Go for a picnic  Onr fine weekend we’ll drive out to the coast, or to a country park, and take some sandwiches.  It doesn’t have to be anything fancy.  A simple meal al fresco will be fine.

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Things That Made Me Happy Today (1)

Waking up at a decent time without the need for an alarm call.  I was awake just before 6.00am and would, quite happily, have gone back to sleep for an hour but I hadn’t reckoned on the cuckoo clock.  I’d always wanted a cuckoo clock so my husband bought one some years ago as a birthday or Christmas gift.  It’s lived in a couple of places around the house but is now, for some reason, on the landing, just outside my bedroom door.  Although it’s battery powered, the cuckoo is light activated.  It means that it doesn’t go off through the dark hours of night but, come summer, as the mornings become lighter, it starts cuckooing at 6.00am.  That put paid to any thoughts I had about an extra hour’s sleep.

Reading in bed before getting up.  Ok, so it’s rubbish reading material but it’s just right for early morning or late night reading when I can’t be bothered to concentrate on anything more meaningful.  I started reading this magazine, or comic, as we’ve come to call it, 18 months ago.  I had, over the new year, had a couple of falls due to fainting so, when my husband went out to do the shopping one morning, he decided it would be unsafe to leave me alone in the house and I went with him.  I couldn’t manage to go round the shops with him so I waited in the car, having first complained that I’d forgotten to take a book with me.  This prompted him to buy me this comic.  Unfortunately the issue he bought had the first instalment of a 6 week serial in it so I had to buy the next 5 issues to find out what happened.  Halfway through this serial another serial started so I then had to continue buying it to find out what happened in the new serial.  And so it went on.  I’ve ended up with a subscription which renews every three months or so and I can’t be bothered to cancel it.

Getting my new glasses.  I’ve been under the care of the eye clinic at our local hospital for the last two years as my optician  wants to be sure that the cancer hasn’t spread to the backs of my eyes.  The consultant has advised me not to have my eyes tested while I’m still his patient, just in case there are any changes to my eyes.  I keep expecting to be discharged as the consultant is sure that my eyes are fine.  He hasn’t discharged me so I’ve had no choice but to ignore the advice as my glasses were becoming increasingly unsuitable.  The optician has told me that my prescription has ‘gone up by two steps’ (whatever that means) and I’ve got new specs.  What a difference!  I can finally see properly again.  Which a bonus, obviously. 

Being complimented on my appearance.  Well, not my appearance as such but my choice of clothing.  Today I’ve been wearing a new, red linen skirt and red/cream striped sailor top from my favourite online clothes shop, Seasalt of Cornwall.  I was also wearing a pair of matching red flip-flops.  Two strangers independently told me how nice I looked which, considering I don’t consider myself pretty, or even vaguely attractive was very flattering.

Having a Cornetto after my tea.  My weekend treat is a Cornetto after tea on Friday and after lunch on Sunday. 

Spending time with Marbles.  It’s been a couple of days since I last saw him so it was nice to get him indoors for some quality purring time with him.

It’s surprising, when we put our minds to it, just how much we have in life to be thankful for.