The Channel is splendid this afternoon - telling us of its Grand Creator. Its sunny again, after some much needed rain. A lovely meeting at the Kingdom Hall this morning - the public speaker reminded us of how much Jehovah, the true God, cares for each one of us. I felt so happy being there, even though I was tired after my latest arthritis attack. I wasn't able to go out or do anything yesterday - just lay on the couch, keeping my ankle up, sleepy with pain medication. I read 'The Murder of Roger Ackroyd' (Agatha Christie). I could remember who did it - I suppose its one of her most startling solutions (a clue, it wasn't the butler) - but not how he/she did it, or why.
Captain B stayed at home with me and we watched the Athletics.
Came back from the Hall, via giving Joyce a lift to her friends for lunch, to find that Col had plates of salad all prepared for us. Which was a lovely surprise.
I have done very little this afternoon beyond make the rhubarb from Maggie's garden into a crumble.
Linda is coming over tomorrow.
Its seems as if the older i get, the happier i get. I hope this is the same for everyone. And I started from a happy childhood too - I didn't like school, ever - but the rest was great.
But growing older does, or should, make us think about how short it all is. And why. Now i must look out a John Clare quote for August. I think I forgot in July.