My shoulders ache. I'm not sure if it's cos my body's not fully well, but I think it's the accumulated stress of such a trying week. A very kind alto offered me a shoulder massage, and a soprano gave me an unexpected and very welcome hug. And then singing o holy night was just what I needed, I'll miss them this next month.
I really need to take things gently today, tho there's a host of activities I need to get us to at different points. Bluebells to be planted at the cub hut - I'm hoping that will inspire us to then get our own bulbs planted. Then onto the church Autumn fair where I'll be taking the opportunity to plan Sunday school. I'm proposing we talk about peace making, I hope it's not controversial.
Then I'll be making the most of film club by using that time to be fed a curry, it sounds delicious and includes ingredients selected for their cold busting properties.
But none of this will happen unless I shift my aching bones out of bed.
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