Cramming it in ...

Today seems to have been one of almost continuous toil. All my Apple watch rings were closed by teatime - on a normal day my blue Stand ring won't close till almost bedtime and I'll have been reminded to stand up at least once during the day. This was because I felt so floppy and off-colour after breakfast that I knew the only remedy was to Get On With Things ...

So. First off I wrote the Intercessions for Sunday and left them on the computer in case something happens in the world or in Dunoon that needs us to pray about it. (Not that there isn't plenty already). I allowed myself a seat with a coffee and a phone call to Di because we've not had a chance to talk all week. Then I took all my packing downstairs and stowed it into the suitcase that had looked so big when it was empty but which had shrunk, mysteriously, the moment I put some shoes in. My cabin bag is also tiresomely heavy - that's the drawback of a soft, capacious bag. I kept realising how out of practice I've become at packing for this kind of holiday - all our recent trips were in the car, and I've become sloppy.

Eventually I had to stop because I had a prescription to collect and birthday letters to post, so we made a sort of walk out of the errand - along to the Post Office which is now part of the Co-op (which itself is in the old US Navy PX). Instead of coming back the way we'd gone, along the path beside the main road, we cut down the road towards the sea through the old part of Dunoon round The Glebe. That's where the photo was taken, looking down the hill towards George Street, which runs parallel to the coast. The town centre (and our house) are to the right, about half a mile away. You can the typically random buildings of the old town - the ones of the left very close to the road but with ground behind them, the ones on the right more conventionally behind hedges, walls and a bit of garden. When we first moved to Dunoon and lived up the hill in Kirn with our 6 week old baby, I often walked down this road to walk along the front into town, exploring the streets and talking to the baby because I only knew two other people in the area and this felt less alone - not that I ever met anyone much on this wee stretch! 

Back home I did a bit more organising of papers (insurance, vouchers etc) and adaptors and cash before giving up and succumbing to a glass of wine followed by Himself's curry. I think I'm due a long lie in the morning ...