Chapter 43 - Sunday bloody Sunday

I learnt during the week that "bloody" is blasphemous. Something like gosh, golly, gee etc I suppose. To bed 10pm last night, she dozed for an hour then to sleep to wake at 1:20am for her midnight meds, a little late, don't know why the alarm was off or didn't wake us. She was pretty rigid, stiff getting out of bed & in again. She called at 2:30am, unable to sleep, needed to sit in the garden chair now cramping our bedroom, till 4am by which time the meds had kicked-in allowing her a degree of comfort back in bed to sleep. Awoke at 6:45am for start of day meds then into bed saying "Don't let me sleep past eight." She must have had intentions to attend church today. A little after 8am I disturbed her from shallow sleep. She rose, "I'm too unstable to have a shower" so had a little cereal instead, then just before 9am she dared the shower. She called on the CB radio. I found her seated on the bed only in her dressing gown. After showering & drying herself she was pooped. As I, seated in front of her, helped her on with her disposable paper knickers I made the comment "I only wish we had done this when we were much younger!" When she groaned in despair I apologised "I'm sorry, that was just a joke." She sobbed "Not a very appropriate joke." In silence I finished dressing her. She pulled her hair into place, I had to rescue a few errant strands then give an extra twist on the elastic ring around her pony tail. She threatens to have her hair chopped short. "Get my black coat. No, I don't want it on till we get to church, otherwise I won't be able to get into the vehicle." We drove away as church was due to commence. On the way I reminded her that the first night we met at Auburn railway station she had had a bad hair day, but that when I saw her stomping down the ramp, hair flying in all directions, I said to myself "Wow". We were with a group going to Baptist Youth Fellowship in the city, by train in those far off days. There have been a lot of bad hair days since then, almost 50 years ago. We arrived at church seated in the back row only a little late. After communion we left the church before waiting for the service to conclude. At home she needed to move so we took a quick pace around the village. She has now prepared lunch for our "First of the Month Lunch" in our hall, even though it's the second of July.

Sunday again. Just another bloody day.