I opened my eyes at 8:45 to a cup of tea being placed by my bedside. This is such a rare event, a bit like unicorn poo, and I have one of those Hugh Grant, Four Wedding moments when he realises the alarm hasn’t gone off. School starts in fifteen minutes and the teacher is in bed. What would Ofsted think of that? Whilst incredibly kind of Husband to allow me to continue sleeping, he might have had it drummed into him how tired I feel as I might have mentioned it once or twice, I now feel very much on the back foot for Thursday.
I enter ‘school’ to a mass argument over Dance4 and find myself threatening the return of Joe Wicks if they can’t resolve the issue. Child One is letting his younger sister have the full force of his ten year old rage, and to be fair it may well be justified. Twin One is a force to be reckoned with but a swift mention of the precious PS4 and jeopardy of his playing time brings it all to a halt.
In spite of military measures of re-stocking the fridge and cupboards we appear to be very low on milk today, just the dregs of a final pint until tomorrow. Of course I give Cat his morning quota because my middle name is people pleaser.
I find myself eating breakfast, teaching, instructing, peace keeping and inhaling the half bottle of ylang ylang I’ve poured into the burner. The weather has turned over the last few days so it’s wet and rainy, which I am sure is contributing to the mood of the house. Cat can’t make up his mind if he is in or out because he is a bit of a princess and doesn’t like being wet. From a kitten Husband has indulged Cat with this by drying him with an old tea towel and getting him to wipe his muddy paws as he re-enters the house. This is now habitual, and Cat expects this service every time it is wet weather and will accept it from whichever human is available. He even tolerates the happy little people doing it and enjoys the back massage as they do.
It is the last day of April and therefore the last day of the move every day challenge. There is one day I didn’t manage to do it, which I will pay a forfeit for. I think we have raised around £500 for our local hospice by doing this. Like many charities they are struggling for vital income to keep the hospice open, finance lost from charity shops, which have been closed for six weeks with no re-opening date yet. Although they’ve received government support, there is still a large shortfall. And from personal experience working within the trades team, I understand how much the shortfall comes from the community through the donations of shop stock and of course the purchasing of treasure from the shops. I know it may feel like too small amount to bother with, but even a £5 donation will help them fight to keep open. Could you imagine if a local hospice reaches the point of closure? Life limiting illness will continue long pass Covid19. The hospice at home team supported our family when our Dad died. Having access to a free service such as this made his death a dignified one. The alternative would have been on a high floor within a busy hospital ward, which is exactly what he didn’t want. Instead, in the comfort of his own home, and with the freedom of no set visiting hours and privacy, his family could be with him. Only made possible with the support of our local hospice. Consider making a small donation to yours, I know they will be grateful.
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