Normal Service

I am struggling to function normally in this heat, and rather grateful I can take my time about things and not have to worry about guests. I have loved having family and friends around over the past three weeks, but provision of clean sheets and towels and food has been a higher priority than usual. At least the good weather has meant the extra laundry dries quickly!
Last week Rosie muttered [and rightly imho] that when you walk into Sainsbury's the first thing you see is a display headed "Back to School". "But Grandma, it is four weeks till the new term..."
In these lazy, hazy days of summer I have been busy with Services. Not just all the Sunday Services Bob and i have been involved in at various chapels, but also the service on my car [my little Fabia flashes up a message on the screen alerting me that it is due] and the annual service on our boiler. Necessary expenses, and important to get both sorted before the autumn sets in. Thank you Gavin, our efficient boilerman
Normal -now that's anothe rmatter entirely. I mentioned last week that we had saved money at the Museum using Guest Passes for Ro and Julian. This is a new scheme - and the lady at the desk did not know how to put these through her till. She asked a colleague who promptly responded 
"Oh just treat them as if they were a normal family"
The four of us just stood there laughing. She had obviously realised we were anything but a normal family. As we went round, peeping through the holes for photographs, and trying on the dressing up clothes, and generally entering into all the activities with enthusiasm, I'm not sure if we looked 'normal' or not. 

And do normal people go out into their back garden at midnight and sit in deckchairs for an hour, staring up at the night sky, looking for the meteors? The first evening we did it, the sky clouded over immediately, but on Sunday night we saw a fair few "shooting stars" as they are often incorrectly called. 
They were truly beautiful.
I went into town on Monday morning, with a bizarre list of tasks

• return some library books
• take 'soft plastic bags' to the Co-op
• check out the dinosaur trail

I did those things, then I came home with some red felt from the Charity Shop [because I am doing Christmas Craft Activities with the Brownies next term - is it normal to buy Xmas supplies on the hottest day of the year] 

and information for Bob and the Mens Shed about the offer of some free wood.

I think I know how Macbeth must have felt...