Out of sorts

I’ve had a very out-of-sorts day. Doesn’t happy very often for which I’m thankful, so I just had to let it run its course today.

I’m blaming the garlic in the dip I had last night. I went to a girls night in at a friends place, Patricia.  She was hosting a small gathering fundraising for a coastal walk later in the year supporting Beyond Blue. It was a great night, lots of yummy food, dips and bubbles.  Having done the Masters run in the afternoon I was hungry and know I devoured way too much of the roasted capsicum dip Patricia made, which had tonnes of garlic in it.  Anyway, long story to get to my morning. 

We had dropped off Gerard’s car last night, the litttle blue laser we had borrowed until ours was ready. Now the rego was up, and we didn’t want to pay another 3 months so it went home with a case of beer in the boot.

So Tim needed to work on the new car so I decided to go to a local Lutheran Church on Henley Beach road that I could ride to (10min). So off I pedal at 9.15, only to find out their service was at 10.30.  Now we’ve been driving past that church two or three times a week for years, and I had 9.30 stuck in my head so I’m sure it used to be that time.

Back home I pedal, hope in to bed to try and have a nap, dither about whether I go back again, and finally got too curious so I ride back for the 10.30 service. I knew it would be a small gathering, which it was, about 20 people, but after the sermon (delivered like a bible study) was still going at 11.50, I had to go.  I was frozen, I was trying to sing so loud I would drown out the organist who was either 3 beats behind or off key, and my days schedule was slippping.  But of course, I have felt bad about leaving ever since! Can’t win!

But to top it off, I then go to a 40th in the afternoon, a lady from church, and blurt the whole story to one of our Pastors, because I felt so guilty for not going to Bethlehem and then guilty about leaving!  Hopeless 😬😬😬😬

So I was pretty happy when Lauren and the girls arrived and we could have a good offload to each other. Giselle curled up under the heated throw with her book whilst Sadie had a long shower (inside)

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