Today was the local Community Association meeting. I’m the Treasurer. I still am, but we’ve organised a previous treasurer and an ex-councillor to stand by for when I’m incapacitated, so that’s another angle sorted.
When we got home we discovered that someone had got into our outhouse and stolen a bag of potatoes, a few half-full bottles of wine and most of the contents of the freezer. I’m baffled, it must have weighed a ton. It’s also a thundering nuisance and wil cost a bit to replace.
Later we found they had also nicked the projection stuff for church, but how they got into the main part of the house we have no idea.
Beryl commented afterwards that she felt more upset about the theft than she did about my cancer. It’s crazy, but I feel the same way. There must be some sort of lesson here about how human brains work.
One brief crying session today, but only brief.
And I really hate soup.