I was getting ready to go out on the field service yesterday morning... slowly and if I am honest reluctantly. Felt so washed-out I didn't want to do anything. But then the phone rang and it was Jean. She too was going slowly this morning and wasn't going to make it unless I gave her a lift.
So I picked her up and we ended up doing not far off 2 hours. We were assigned a long road in the upmarket part of town and found a lot of people at home. Had some good talks, left some Bible based literature, and hope to call back. And we also found the long drive leading down to the security gates that mysteriously creaked open last time, though there was no-one in the mansion that lay beyond. I hadn't remembered where they were, and didn't even remember working on that particular road.
This time I managed to work the fearsome control panel properly and something began to ring in the mansion. And somebody answered!
Me (to Gate): "Good morning. We are Jean and Sue, from your local congregation of Jehovah's Witnesses."
Gate: "Er, no thankyou... we are just going out." (It was a nice polite Gate).
Me: "May we leave a small leaflet in your letterbox by the gate so you can see why we called.
We toiled on down the road, finding quite lot of people at home, until we met up with some of our siblings approaching from the other end and knew we had finished our territory. We then did a couple of route calls on the way home.
It was such a beautiful morning - the sky was a tender blue with fluffy clouds, there were snowdrops and crocuses (croci?) in the gardens, and we had some good talks. We were both so glad we got out there.
We had supper at Jackie's last night - roast lamb, followed by a lemon tart. All excellent as usual, and a lovely evening. Though we seem to have more and more health problems, our own and various friends and family problems, to discuss...
There was frost on ground and car this morning, and now the sea is stormy.