A dose of Anxiety

 Yesterday I took some more things to auction.  They are not going to make my fortune, but they are out of the way.  I got stuck behind a horse box on the way there, and the 40 minute journey looked like it would take much longer, for it was Old Radnor (half way there) before I was able to overtake it on a long straight stretch.  He of course, also put his foot down.  Typical.  I was getting pretty wound up going along between 30 and 40 mph and it's not a road with many passing places.

Lulu in a takeover bid for one of the new beds for the boys . . .

My body wasn't feeling like doing anything much yesterday.  Not yoga, not meditation (definitely not that) and walking was out because it was raining.  I forced myself to peel and chop apples, before they became past using as they were all pretty bruised and battered.  A tub full went in the freezer and I have half a pint in the fridge for making chocolate apple cake.  I made a chicken curry for tea, and bunged a cube of frozen spinach in it for a change.  

Today I am going grocery shopping and getting two keys cut for the cat-feeders.  P's daughter is due to give birth 2 days before I leave for NZ, which means I have to get someone else (Ed probably) on standby for when she zooms up to Surrey to see the new arrival.  Ed has no experience of cats, so I will have to give him a lesson, and write everything down . . .

I have finally reached the end of the Foyle's War series, and am looking about for another good series to watch.  Any suggestions?

I am dreading Heathrow and the flight, and trying not to think about it.  I'm also trying not to worry in advance about cat-care before I go.  I have decided the boys can be in the front hall, which seems to suit them as they like to go out at night, and the girls are to stay in the house.  My over-active brain is of course conjuring up all sorts of scenarios, from Pippi escaping to a house fire!  That's what happens when I don't sleep too well and yes - it is the middle of the night here again.  I woke at 3 a.m. and it's now 5 a.m.

I will try and get some stuff to a charity shop today.  I have a pile of books and some clothing.  I need to get out in Keith's shed too, and have a sort out in there.  A Tip Trip would not go amiss either . . .  I will ask Ed if he wants some firewood and then I can move on several barrels of Keith's useful bits of wood - chair legs, stretchers etc, which are never going to be used now.  That would free up some space.

I had a lovely video call with Tam and Rosie yesterday.  Rosie kept asking for "Glan-ma" and was earnestly telling me something in "her language", bless her.  It was important because she repeated it.  We will have another call today.  I am let off babysitting as they are all coming down with a cold (do NOT want that) and the roads have been bad from heavy rain.  A relief, as I didn't want to be driving home all the way after dark, on that mountain road, being blinded by cars coming the other way (so many S bends too).

Mind you, that's nothing - Jamaica is going to be practically wiped off the map with this Hurricane Melissa approaching and possibly winding up to be a Category 5 hurricane.  Up to 40 inches of rain will fall, as it's a very slow-moving hurricane and winds of up to 145 mph . . .