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Journey On Hold

Sorry but the journey through is on hold for tonight, because I had one of those night's where the brain has been occupied all day on different parts of my daily schedule, I've only had a few hours sleep. I heard the grandfather clock strike one in the morning. Must of fallen to sleep, finally, then woken with the rising of the sun, for a change, and with the birds making a noise. Not that I'm complaining about the sun, this year it has been as rare ans hen's teeth. With the coming of the sun though, we have the rising of the lawn, needing to start lawn mowers to cut it before the next downfall of rain pelts down once again.

So far this has been an interesting day. I was trying to catch up with my lessons on writing on the computer, there came a knock to the door, I answered it to find the guy and his young daughter there with sad looks, some how he had locked them out of the house. The wife was at work. He came to ring his wife to bring home a key to let them in. Told him to hide a key somewhere he could have one outside to let him in if he did the same thing again. Told him losing the key must be a family trait, his grandfather did the same thing on a few occasions.

I went to visit my aunt at the nursing home behind me, she has had a couple of cancer spots cut out of her leg and has to rest while the skin graft heals. She wouldn't have had any rest at home, her husband she would have to cook for and keep the house clean, plus all the other work. My uncle will be 91 in June. My aunt is a few years younger than him.

Then I went off to hoy. Had a reasonable afternoon. I won some hand of hoy and a few prizes on the cent sale table. One was a dozen eggs with bacon slices. And four large rich chocolate mud cake muffins. The top of these huge muffins is layered with thick chocolate icing. There's only a small problem, I don't eat rich foods. The lady next door, who is like a sister, wasn't home to give them to her this afternoon, so I'll have to catch her in the morning. Her grandchildren, or her husband, if she is lucky to get in first, will enjoy them. The other prize was a packet of not sweet biscuits I'll be able to enjoy with cheese and tomato.

The eyes are closing so I'm closing without any drastic stories for today.















Easter isn't many sleeps away. School is out on Friday for a few weeks.

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