You'll be pleased to hear - although that is making rather an assumption that you care so I'll rephrase it - I am delighted to say that I have my mojo back. Very nearly fully. So my week has been more like normal. Normal for me that is.
Helping in the night shelter at Zac's. Dinner was a relaxed affair so guests chose to eat their pudding sitting on their air beds. Avril invited me to join in so I sat down - here you must remember that Avril is only a tiny dwt - and she and her strudel took off and flew into the air.
In Zac's one of the homeless men kept asking me where he knew me from. I said, 'Here? Zac's?'
'No,' he shook his head. 'Somewhere else.'
'Um ... prison?' I asked tentatively.
'That's it!' He was delighted to have fixed me in his head. 'You were with the chaplain when I got hit on the head with a saucepan, remember? Do you remember? You do remember, don't you?'
'Er, yes.' (No, but he did apparently.)
I'd arranged, via the internet, to pick up a buggy for a needy mum from a man living on the far side of Gowerton (about 5 miles). As I didn't know this man I asked Husband to drive me. We got as far as this side of Gowerton before I remembered that he said he'd be out on Wednesday.
Husband was surprisingly relaxed about our unnecessary journey - and he's taking me again tonight.
Half a tin of beans left in the fridge so I had beans on toast for lunch. Bad weather deterred me from shopping so planned on having eggs on toast for dinner. Discovered I'd run out of eggs so I had ... yes, you've guessed it, beans on toast for dinner.