Smashing it

Went to what I thought was a meeting last night; turned out to be a social event. I'm not good at social events.

And sometimes I'm not good at keeping my mouth shut. We have a gentleman who sometimes comes to bible study. He's a bit of an oddball with strange beliefs, most of which he gets from a prophet called Elizabeth Elijah, who apparently is on such good terms with God that He tells her everything.

So, as you can imagine, some of his ideas are a bit off the wall. Sometimes I question his statements but there's no point really so mostly I keep quiet but on Tuesday he said, "We're not going to be allowed to have Christmas soon. The Muslims won't let us."
My mouth, "Oh for goodness sake, don't talk rubbish!"

I shall have to apologise next time I see him as it's playing on my conscience.

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Husband finished gym rehab last week. This week he went for a review where they assessed his progress. He had to walk back and for for six minutes. Before rehab he managed three hundred metres; this week he did five hundred. Apparently they anticipate an improvement of about twenty metres not two hundred. "You smashed it!" they said.

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There's been an empty card pack on the stairs for weeks now. I don't want to throw it away because an unboxed set of cards is sure to turn up if I do. On the other hand, if I move it it will be forgotten about and I'll never throw it away. So it stays on the stairs.

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Went into Zac's today to do some more clothes organising. While I'm mostly sorted now next time I will have to take in all the cleaning gear because there's a thick layer of dust everywhere, including upstairs. Work is progressing though and there's talk it could be finished by the end of next week. Then it will need a major clean-up and painting, so we're still sort of on target for re-opening early July.

The newly-plastered and widened corridor leading to what was the Ladies' but will be a Ladies'/disabled toilet and shower room.

Previously.