Sunday, March 30

I have a routine which I always follow on a Sunday morning: give Marilyn a cup of coffee so she stays in bed, have a cup of tea myself while watching Steve or Scott on Youtube, replenish my weekly medicine container and have a shower.  By this time Marilyn has wandered through and we can get on with breakfast and the rest of the day.

 

It's comforting to have a routine like that because there are usually no surprises to upset the apple-cart.  Recently, I've noticed another thing which seems to occur about the same time every Sunday: Paul, the fellow next door sets off for his walk, baseball cap on and ear buds stuck in his ear.  I hope he keeps it up; I don't like changes.