Pa is still poorly and
has spent another day tucked up in bed with the cat Twiggy,who is ,of
course delighted with this turn of events. For the second day running
she has not left his side and this arrangement seems to suit them
both.
My lovely cleaning lady
arrived early this morning and as I suspected had not had time for
breakfast, knowing that she was going straight to work at the corner
shop after cleaning for me I insisted that she sat down had ate some
breakfast. Pancakes were on the menu and I happen to know that she is
very fond if this dish.
She works harder than
almost anyone I know and never thinks of herself, bless her heart.
She wanted me to stop half and hours pay from her wages for the
breakfast break and I had a hard time convincing her that there was
no way that was going to happen so at last she gave in but with her
eyes full of tears. I think perhaps her other clients are not always
kind to her, more fool they, for she is a dear soul and I am proud
to call her my friend.
Today I paid a heavy
toll for yesterdays reorganisation of the kitchen, my arms and my
back ached dreadfully all day and my knee and wrists were almost
unbearably painful. However I do not regret my busy day and tomorrow,
if all goes well, I shall make my first batches of Christmas
biscuits, Lebcuchen I think.
These biscuits from
Eastern Europe are so pretty ,covered in dark and white chocolate and
decorated with large sugar crystals, nicely packaged they make a
lovely Christmas gift for friends.
For today I am resting
as much as possible, just a little cooking and looking after Pa, even
my son is taking a day off from his writing as he too is very tired
today. I am certain the the low light level affects him and although
we have daylight bulbs in his study where he works there is no
substitute for real sunshine.
Today has been gloomy,
wet and bitterly so cold that I live in hope that we shall soon have
some snow. I have never outgrown my love of the fabulous stuff, even
thought it makes life tricky for disabled people I cannot find it in
my heart to dislike the glory of a really snowy day!
My mother says that I
have never really grown up, perhaps she is right for I look forward
to sledging again next winter if my operation is a success.
Here is another of my
mothers old sayings. “A man's reach should exceed his grasp, or
what's a heaven for?”
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