I'm not up to speed where annual events are concerned either and didn't even realise it was Comic Relief this week, although they didn't do anything at school this year which is usually my reminder. I think the reason they've not bothered is because a pupil is very poorly in hospital so they're doing some fun things next week to raise money for Royal Manchester Children's Hospital.
Mark has been itching to get out and start on the garden and has been keeping an eye on the weather forecasts. This weekend was decreed 'G' Day and by the time I got up Saturday morning, he'd tidied the shed, emptied and washed the storage units and was just about to start jet washing. My main job was to point and say 'keep or throw'. I'm very good at this job as I can't be doing with clutter and we ended up with several bags of rubbish that we took to the tip.
I love it when the garden has had its annual clean up. The patio gets a good blast and the summerhouse and decking get a lick of paint and every so often we put new gravel down.
It's 2 days well spent as it always looks good when it's done. All I need to do now is wait a few weeks until it's a little bit warmer then buy some plants for the tubs. My nephew is painting Mums fencing for her at the moment and is doing a grand job so we may ask him to come down and do ours for us.
Bury was definitely on the cards this week, there's only so long I can go without truffles and wool. I'm knitting up a baby boy set with the a ball of Navajo in between carrying on with the cribs and angels.
My sister went to the Docs this week with high BP, so high in fact that they sent her straight to A&E for an ECG. Worryingly it wasn't normal and shows something not quite right with the left hand side of her heart. She's waiting to go for a scan but with my history it's left me feeling jittery on her behalf, although she's carrying on regardless.
And today is Mother's Day. Matthew came with Sienna yesterday and brought me a lovely basket of flowers and Thomas bought me a huge box of chocolates.
The boys did good but I'm afraid the same can't be said of Amy. She can't find my Mother's Day card in her pit of a bedroom - she's possibly thrown it out by mistake and she's ordered something on line that hasn't arrived yet. I'm not bothered. It's just a day isn't it although after the events in London it seems more poignant this year.
Children have lost parents, parents have lost their sons and a daughter and there are many families affected by what happened. It puts everything into perspective doesn't it and the best present I have is that we're all safe and together.
My heart goes out to everybody involved and sadly I'm once again reminded how fragile life is.
Have a lovely week.