Don't get in my way today!

I am in a bad mood.

My last appointment with the hygienist was canclled so I re-arranged it for this morning. I got there - a 25 minute drive - to be told it was cancelled.
"Yes, I know she cancelled my last one."
"No, this one is cancelled too."

Apparently she tried to phone me on Friday. I very rarely check my phone. I am going back this afternoon. She only works Mondays and Fridays as it is.

I come home to find Sir Keir Starmer has resigned. Driven out by a handful of MPs and the media. I don't blame him. Why put up with all the stress? He'll probably walk into a well-paid, less-mean job easily, but the country won't.

Okay, take more deep breaths.

Look at my latest posy.

I am taking the sweet pea principle of picking to encourage more flowers to bloom, and applying it to wallflowers and pinks. We shall see.

Pulling up outside the house I could see a retriever bouncing along the road. "Oh George!" I thought for an instant before remembering, well, it's been four years now.

It's been a long few days. Let's see how much I can remember of it.

Friday I was in Rough Edges for Day 2 of the closing down sale. Saturday morning I went along to an Eco Market where a young woman from church had a stall selling her paintings. From there I went straight to the art workshop.

I was sitting next to a chatty older man called Eric. He was very pleasant.

The more I look at my cockerel the less I like it. I needed to be freer in my expression. Eric's looked nothing like mine - or like anybody else's - but had so much life in it.

Home briefly then off to childmind for GrandSons 1 and 3. Took them for a curry then spent the evening playing snooker. I am proud to announce that I not only potted at least three red balls, I even potted a brown one! I should mention this was during the course of three games.

Sunday morning it was into the prison for the service. One of a group of visiting chaplains from the Caribbean told the men about how much he had hated his father. He'd even bought a machete and 9" blade knife to kill him with. I'd like to say it all ended well and it did, insofar as he did make a sort of peace with his father, but then his father died.

There was a good point to this story for Father's Day, about God's grace and love, and the men really appreciated it. It was an emotional time.

Then off to Rough Edges where I thought it might be quiet - but it wasn't. Before home for a family meal, and playing cricket with GrandSon3. I'm the only one who weakens and says, "Yes, okay, I'll play with you."

Rounded off the endless longest day cooling down with a swim that turned into a waterfight with GrandSon3.

Oh yes, somewhere along the way I brought home from RE a Lakeland cakebaker to try out. Cakes were ready in 15 minutes, start to finish, but were a bit chewy and heavy.

I also brought this little bee home.

I'm going to paint him and hide him in a corner.

P.S. I'm not in a bad mood any more. Though I will be when I have to drive through school traffic to get back to the dentist this afternoon.