The 8th & 9th; They loved the monkey.
The 8th of June.
My eye has been slightly better today, although it is being bothersome again now. I will bring this up at my pre-op on Monday.
This morning, I did a blog post, then I did some crocheting of a cat blanket and read another chapter of The Compatibility Gene. Only two chapters left! The end is less about transplants and more about immune cells being used in other systems, but it's still interesting.
After lunch, I had a hairwash, did my core exercises (I have added in squats and ooh I am unstable), then looked at all my clothes, trying to decide what to wear tomorrow.
Back downstairs, Daddy was sitting with Fabio, so I sat and watched the first episode of the new season of The Blacklist and it is still excellent, and I finished crocheting the cat blanket I've been doing. It's a little small, so it will have to go with a tiny kitten.
The 9th of June.
A day where my eye has been mildly okay! It chose a good day, because it was Harry's dedication today. A dedication (for those who don't know which from previous experience will be most of you) is a thing that Baptist Christians do where a baby is dedicated to a church so the parents promise to bring them up in a household that honours God etc and the congregation promise to support them in that and that is basically it.
We arrived at the church about quarter past ten, and spoke to a few people before finding ourselves a pew because I needed to sit down as I hadn't taken my wheelchair.
There was a service combined with the dedication, which was about the Pentecost. Apparently we all have the Holy Spirit within us when we are born and it just needs to be activated. Whatever. Harry was very well behaved during the dedication, in which we all agreed to support Becky and James and Harry in their lives, as did Harry's godparents.
Afterwards, there was tea and coffee and cake in the foyer, so we had that and chatted to people before most people slowly left and made their way to Alison's. We stopped at home to pick up the presents, then went over the road. There I found Chris and Barbara cutting up baguettes and trying to make space on the table for more food, because somehow enough had been made to feed roughly eighty people, instead of the fifty that were coming. The afternoon was very similar to after Jamie and Natalya's wedding, except I was much less drunk (I only had a glass of prosecco) and there was a lot more gossip about Jonathan's love life, poor boy. We ate as much food as possible, and then people started to drift away because they had to travel back home. By about half past four, everyone had left, and just the core family members plus Mommy and I were left. James opened the presents while Becky took notes (and had Harry asleep on her chest) and they loved the monkey I made. I hope Harry enjoys him as much! Then Jamie had got the wedding photos, so we looked through all of those and I spotted myself a few times not looking terrible which was nice. We eventually got home to a very screamy kitten at about quarter to seven and I am absolutely pooped.
