Fine line between triumph and disaster

This morning, I went to buy a Mass Card - for the death of the mother-in-law of one of Mum's Cousins - and I later found out that it was a 'Get Well Soon' Mass Bouquet. I ended up getting another one, while I was heading to a local Café.

Then, I drove to a Post Office, which opens on Sunday, to post the Mass Card. And, when approaching home, I nearly ran into the daughter of the owner of our main shop - that family are the village Royalty - who was out running.

I called Lifeline, but feel better now. Just did a bit of cleaning in the kitchen and bathroom.

Life, eh?