Mrs Johnson’s left-over lasagne taken out of Aga at 6.20pm. Perfectly heated. Absolutely heavenly, thank you Mrs J.
Nipped across to the church and strategically placed buckets, soup pans and other receptacles for the imminent downpour. Left a foil container of lasagne under the holly bush by the front door for Nate. Put thank you note in pocket. Smiled.
Calls left on answer phone, several from the treasurer urging frugality – immediately turned up the heating. Fed the cats, Obadiah and Mr Bingley, all the while enjoying the delicious image of heaping coals on mine enemies’ heads (treasurer included, he’d hate the waste).
7.20pm Turn on laptop. Yea, thou I walk through the valley of emails, I shall fear no evil. Inbox tally – a mere 256! God give me strength. Amen.
Emails finished a whole four minutes before the 10 o’clock news. Praise be, a new personal best. Two fingers of Macallan poured, married with two ice cubes.
Bath. Into bed. Eyes closed. Sweet peace. Thank you, Lord, for another day.
11.24pm Doorbell rings…and rings…and rings…
11.24pm and 30 seconds God, give me patience, if you give me strength, I may kill them.