Not at my shining best this morning - not that my shining best is anything to write home about these days. I started off by going to the wrong house for the Field Service Group. There was no-one there. They were clearly all at the right venue (wherever that was) I should have checked on Thursday night at the meeting, but I forgot. So I set off to try to catch up on a few of my very overdue return visits, one being just around the corner. I did find the lady at home (I have tried before), and she was very pleasant, but not interested.
However, I think she might talk to us again, so I may call and say hello next month as I have two regular magazine calls in the road. I hope I will anyway.
Then I thought of a guilt-making return visit that I have never got back to, because its off near Ford, which for me is big-boy driving. But I thought I could swing round via another call and get it done. However as I arrived at the other call I suddenly remembered I had planned to go back there next month with another of my siblings.
So off I drove on my Ford expedition. Found the house in its lovely close, no problem - but no-one home. And on the way back I got discombobulated and turned the wrong way and found myself heading for the crossing at Ford. Managed to find a turning spot and get back on course. Then forced myself to do two more calls - near home - ones I haven't got back to since June.
And both turned out really well!
Then back home - got the tomato salsa done for tonight, and made sure that the sandwich fairy visited the fridge (for Col's lunch tomorrow). Oh, and I have done my Watchtower study for tomorrow. But I have been fast asleep for a fair amount of the afternoon and feel dreadful.
Jacks is coming tonight. I will be serving us a chill-cabinet curry (Waitrose), plus the tomato relish I made, followed by a cheeseboard and ice-cream.
The Captain just rang to say he is on the way back, with metal detector, without any loot.
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