I am obeying your order to come and say hello before christmas is completely gone!
Christmas Eve. Brigid, my wife, told me first that she was going to go to another church, not mine. Then she turned up. She hadn't been to “the other church”. She wanted to come to mine for the midnight service.
For lung reasons, I didn't want to attend that service, so I made sure I attended in the morning communion. I went to the crib service in the afternoon and made a joyful bashing of the tambourine! Brigid arrived then.
Come 10.30 pm, I decided to go to bed, put the night light in the bedroom for Brigid, and switched place so she wouldn't fall out of bed (which she did last time). Went to sleep.
Much later, she woke me up with a “ I can’t close the door”! I took her key, closed the door smoothly, and gave her her key back, and went to bed thinking nothing of it!
In the morning, I saw she had thrown the fleece she had been wearing on the sofa. I put a bit of order and put the fleece in the cupboard.
Did my regular breathing exercises, had breakfast, and proceeded to wake the bird up, as we were going to go and eat this goose at our friend’s.
Before going, I asked her if she had her key. Couldn’t find it. Searched high and low, nothing, Bother!
Anyway, we went to enjoy the goose. And we went back on Boxing Day for more, a casserole this time and tons of my red cabbage. After 2 lovely days, my friend took Brigid back to her nursing home.
Coming in, I was chilly, I took the fleece from the cupboard … felt for the pockets, both my wife’s keys in there. Phoned the nursing home straight away and her.
Everything’s ended well! Had a lovely Christmas. I am shattered nervously!
Hope you are all OK! Mic