Wednesday.
Wash day, it looked dodgy out so this time Kev dried everything in the dryer, luckily because of the good weather last week it was mainly light stuff, the only heavy stuff was our uniforms. Towels etc he did last week.
I got quite a bit done at the desk and up until the thunderstorm I was happy to create most of the day there. Obviously if you know me well you'll know I am scared of storms, mostly a learned reaction as my Mum was scared and passed that onto me, my Dad tried to get me to watch them with him but I was never keen. Then once I started dating Kev I got a bit better, braver, then one awful night after a gig we sheltered in a doorway as a storm raged. Kev was struck by lightning, it knocked him entirely through that door. His boots saved his life as they were solid rubber based. Now I am even worse, but if you stand next to someone as they are struck, you'll know why I'm the way I am. I am even worse if I'm outside and I try and avoid it if possible. People don't understand, but, I can't help my fear, you'd think Kev would be scared, but he remembers very little of it, he remembers going through the door and waking up in the ambulance after.
The other thing today was our covid tests, both blood and nose and throat swabs the guy doing the testing rushed us a bit and I couldn't get enough blood for the sample. Neither could Kev. Usually, the Ladies that come are very relaxed about it all, but he was obviously on a mission.
That done, I then had to do something I haven't had to do for a long time, I've had to block someone on social media. They have been commenting on posts I've responded to, and been quite nasty. I didn't respond to the comments, but on reflection, I thought it best to block them. I don't want to drag other people into it, and as they are posting these comments on other peoples posts, it had to be done. These people aren't bad, they are just not people I can trust. Their recollection of events differs from mine, and I do not have to explain my decisions and choices to anyone anymore. If I cut you off, you probably handed me the scissors