Redeeming the day.

The week between Christmas and New Year is usually pretty quiet, and uninterrupted by external forces. Today was an exception to that rule, with two appointments this morning, and then I planned a shopping trip.

Midwife arrived sometime after 9.30 and did all her bits, and everyone got to listen to baby’s heartbeat and watch as it tried to kick the monitor off! Lively this morning 😉 Then we made it to second appt by skin of our teeth and once that was done, drove (very very slowly) across town to the Range.

I was looking forward to the Range, and so was Big. I’d planned it as a treat trip for the two of us, so perhaps that make it easier to understand how disappointed and cross with myself I was when I discovered I didn’t have my purse on me. No cards, no cash, no nothing. No, I tell a lie, there was 6p in my pocket. Not really enough to go into the shop with. And it’s not a shop we go to often, not least as it isn’t that easy to get to, although I have now added it to my map of town, and understand how to get there in a more straightforward way from home…

so instead of shopping, we came home. It was nearly 2 o’clock by the time we got home, so lack of lunch was probably part of what was behind my emotional state. Big had coped with the disappointment extremely well, and Small had coped with the whole thing admirably – I was rather proud of him in fact. So then we had lunch.

And then I went into town and did bits of shopping instead. And redeemed myself and the day by locating reduced price chicken for tea in the coop, so that’s now cooking as I write here. Oh, and I bought dpns in a charity shop so after tea I’m going to try my creative challenge – I might experiment with easier yarn first though I have found the recycled sari silk I’m going to use for the finished project.

And now I need to go and cook the rice to go with the chicken. I’ll be having egg fried rice, although I didn’t manage to get any stir fry bits as they only had a huge pack and last time I bought one of those most of it got wasted. I don’t like waste. Not that it’s wasted wasted as it ends up in the compost, but you know what I mean.