Life is ...

a little bit busy. At least I assume it is as I can't remember what I've been doing over the last few days.

Does anyone else really struggle to think, 'What did I do on Monday?'

Oh, yes, I had exercise class - already mentioned that - and slimming group in the evening. Stayed the same weight, which was good as I've lost a bit of oomph lately and have been eating willy nilly. Trying to get back on track now as I only want to lose a few more pounds. 

Tuesday, let's think. Nice walk by the river with Husband and George. Can you see George in this photo?

To be honest I struggle and I know where he is.

Then picked raspberries and made raspberry and white chocolate blondies for Zac's, before reading in the very warm sunshine - 27 degrees in the shade in our garden - which is hot for us.

Zac's was in St. Mary's church in the city centre. It was getting a bit dark to meet on the beach so Sean asked the curate if we could use the church. It's the largest church in Swansea, I think, and gives plenty of room to those who are still a bit anxious about meeting indoors. 

Rev Sam welcomed us and gave a brief introduction about the church, the way churches are built, we look up almost automatically, guiding our eyes to God. 

When I got home it was still  very warm evening so I went and lay on the trampoline and looked up at the stars. Sighted: 2 UFOs, 3 bats.

It was wonderful until a sleepy, grumpy Husband wandered out in his dressing-gown looking for me. 

Usually when I get home he's in his man den, a glass of whisky at his side, listening to music - he says. Actually he's usually asleep by the time I sneak up on him. But this week he had already gone bed, had heard the car, me saying goodnight to Tamsin, and then nothing.

So he came to check if I'd been abducted by aliens. Bless him.

Wednesday, that's only yesterday, I must be able to remember that.

Exercise, chilli-making, and realising that I hadn't even thought about the radio talk I'm due to email in today (Thursday).

Thinking/writing/talk prep wise it's a very busy week. I have been trying to get my article finished for The Bay, while also tweaking and practising the talk I'm giving in Monty's church next Sunday. Did I tell you about that?

Monty, who leads a small church, is also very active in Zac's. Last year during lockdown I filmed a talk for his church. He said I could film it again this time or I could do it live.

What is it about my brain? Why does it think that the challenge of speaking live would be a good one?

The prep for that, however, is on hold until tomorrow, after I've done my radio talk recording. How do I get myself in these messes?

I've also been engrossed in - some might say obsessed by - the jigsaw I'm doing. Unlike the last one that made me cry, and which I had to give up on and send to a friend who has great perseverance, this time I chose a very detailed one. I had to peer very closely to work out where bits went, and it wasn't until I reached this stage

that I realised that I might do better if I stepped back and took a wider view. In some cases I worked out where a piece went without looking at the tiny features. 

I'm sure there must be a radio talk in there somewhere!

Oh yikes, just seen the time. Joy of joys, it's my routine mammogram this morning. Time to bring out this old favourite.