Calendar tomorrow: Coffee morning for Bliss, the premature baby charity.
State of mind: numb with tiredness.
State of back: screaming in pain.
State of house: still a pit, albeit with clean carpets. I heart the Rug Doctor.
Portions of cake I have made: about 150. More if I’m stingy with the cutting.
Number of attendees expected tomorrow: anything between 15 and, umm, hundreds. Well, maybe not hundreds. I have put posters up in the two neighbouring villages, and who knows what this will crop. Probably 2 ancient biddies who have only come to steal the silverware and size up the Renoir.*
Amount of work John has done to help me with this: very little.
People I am doing this for: the baby in the neonatal intensive care cot next to Harry whom I watched being unplugged from the ventilator, before being wheeled away to the family room to die. The baby’s parents, who followed the cot out of the ward, holding hands.
Hoping to achieve: A decent donation to Bliss. Amelioration of guilt. Expiation of sins. Exorcism of demons. Etc.
& apologies to L’eggs’s Tricky for stealing his nickname.
*I don’t have a Renoir.