It has been a very miserable wet day here. So wet first thing morning that I had to push Tess out into the back garden for her morning 'wee and poo' and she scuttled back in and stayed in her bed.
It is my hair day (9.30) and as I have visitors coming to stay Saturday night I thought I would go into town early and do my shopping (I had made a comprehensive list). This went well - I found my usual parking place close to the shop, did my shopping and then a charming young man who always comes to my aid pushed my trolley back to my car and unloaded my bags into the boot. I got home, washed out the fridge and put away all my shopping ready for Saturday - deciding to put the Sourdough loaf into the freezer. That was when things went wrong. My freezer is in the garage and when I went to it I found I had not shut the door properly when I last opened it a couple of days ago. The whole thing was covered in a thick layer of frost. Friend W was coming to call to take me out to lunch which gave me about twenty minutes to get the stuff out of the freezer and set it to defrost. Just about managed it but it did rather spoil my day.
Now at seven in the evening the freezer is up and running again (and the door is firmly shut), everywhere is tidy again and I am about to settle down to read The Times, which I have not had a chance to open yet. This sort of 'crisis' really throws me out as I get older. I do like everything to be going well.
In addition to this my two new settees have arrived at the Furniture Store and are to be delivered on Monday. I wish to donate the two I have now to the British Heart Foundation - they will collect but every item must be covered by the Fire Regulations. They came in in 1988 and we bought the settees in 1995 so there should be a label somewhere but so far I can't find it. The makers of them (Parker Knoll) have sentme a list of places where the label should be and I am currently waiting for my son to arrive so that we can look underneath - the one place I can't get at.
Oh the joys of getting old.