Nostalgic notes

As we had set the room up for the Jumble Sale on Friday Evening, I wasn't really needed. I went up with Barbara and emptied the car and piled all the stuff from the other rooms around the tables and then I came home. I decided to have another go in the loft tidying up.
I didn't get very far really. Got down a couple of boxes and started wallowing in nostalgia. They were full of cards and letters that I had sent and had been sent to me. I guess that is why I started this blog. I have spent the last 33 years sending writing to Barbara and the rest of the family. Eventually, I stopped reading and just removed any stamps then tore up the envelopes and shredded the letters. I guess there will be some more letters and stuff but it's time to stop hoarding and get rid.
I went back up to the Church at 1.40pm. It was all over bar the shouting although some people turned up after 2pm when we had got everything bagged and taken across to the charity shop. Barbara had not been involved after all. There were plenty of people to help so she made a start at sorting out the kitchen cupboards. It has been a thorn in her side for a while. I took all the tables down and put them away and then loaded up the car with the mismatched and chipped crockery that she had found. I came home, collected some garden rubbish and went up to the tip. Barbara stayed put. A wise decision. It was chaos and I won't venture there on a weekend again.
Sunday we did Church. There was a joint service with St Marks Parish Church to celebrate their Saints day. An earlier start than our morning service at 10am. It was okay. I was aware that we had been talking about the possibility of our Churches joining together and compared notes. I think the only thing that I noticed was the sung responses during the Communion. Oh I suppose that there was alcoholic wine available but we Methodists could have non alcoholic if we wanted it. The evening service at our service was interesting. It was taken by Carol McWilliams and she had asked a few people to choose a hymn and talk about it. I was one of the people asked and chose "Sinking Sands" from the Methodist Hymn Book. Number 336 in fact. I had my talk planned and then was affected by the person who spoke before me. Changed my talk and gabbled a bit.
In between, we popped out and visited Alan and Pauline, Barbara's sister and husband. It was a unique visit in that their cat that is about 7/8 years old, came and sat on a stool in the conservatory with us. I don't think I have ever seen the whole cat. It's normally a flash as it disappears to its hidey hole!
I haven't been feeling that great yesterday and today I have felt all hot and bothered. I have been sneezing quite a lot. If I ever win the lottery (unlikely as I don't do it) I would have a serious consultation about my conk. It sometimes has a mind of its own. Hopefully a good nights sleep tonight will put me right.