I spent Thursday morning making a cottage pie - for himself. I no longer want to eat meat, though I do occasionally, if someone else has cooked it. But what is scary is that it exhausted me. I had to go and sit down before I was able to clear up. Thinking back to younger days, when we used to entertain a lot, it did underline just how feeble I am now.
There was a time, on a faraway Planet (Planet Expat), many light years ago, when we used to have a darts evening on a Friday night - which was a Wednesday night on the Planet - and I used to make a large cottage or shepherds pie, a cauliflower cheese, and carrots, and a pudding of some kind for all of the Darters.
And I was working then... admittedly my hours at the Kennel Club were 7 a.m. till about 12:30 noon, but even so. And in the early days working there I used to walk back in the noonday sun - with all the other mad dogs and Englishmen - through the shadeless desert to our little courtyard home.
I put the word "dart" into the Search Engine of Col's photo gallery, and it came up with the rather lovely Shuttle-shaped Dart moth that heads the blog.
Saturday was an early start. Jim and Ruth picked up Col so they could get to The Field before it opened. I got myself out to Waitrose early - I like a car park space that I don't have to reverse out of - got the washing done - made a tomato curry for me - and an apple crumble for himself to have with his chicken soup tonight.
That is a really busy day for me these days.
The meeting at the Hall on Sunday morning was excellent, but I find I need to go by walking stick these days, as I am getting so shaky on my feet.
Both public talk and Watchtower study were full of comfort and help. Truly, as the Bible tells us, Jehovah is "the God of all comfort". And we keep coming to your doors trying to tell you about Him and his purposes for the earth, as we want you to have that comfort too.