Elysia and I sat down this morning as we always do, for a bit of a chat and prayer just before we left the house. We talked and laughed at what a grumpy old man I am becoming. Earlier, I had been in a really grumpy mood. I hadn’t realised it myself, but having to boil an egg, mash it up and spread on her lunch sandwich, having to make Theresa and my sandwiches using a very oddly shaped loaf of bread, trying to toast that difficult bread (cutting it to fit and fishing it out from the toaster), had set all my timing back. Boiling the eggs was also a problem because to make that sandwich I had to boil the egg earlier so that it had time to cool down, but if I did that then the other egg would be too cold for Elysia’s breakfast, so I had to put both eggs into the pot, take one out half way, let the other boil, then when that was done to then put the first one into the hot water but made sure the stove was turned off so that it kept warm only, not cook some more. By the time all this was done I had no time to make my cereal so I just had a banana and coffee, so my sugar level was down.  I kept complaining about the bread, but she knew I was just being grumpy. Funny, because it was Elysia who had trouble sleeping the night before, so she should have been the grumpy one. She wasn’t, and made sure I knew she wasn’t by being extra perky. I should have been pleased with that but I remained grumpy. The undercurrent was actually my very sore gum. My periodontitis wasn’t getting better and one of the two loose teeth was hurting. I guess the operative word in this instance isn’t “grumpy” but “old”. Elysia on the other hand was very sprightly despite her very late night. She had wandered in and out of room complaining about not being able to go to sleep. I was up watching first the cricket (Ashes Test series), then Lance Armstrong pedalling to higher glory, and only went to bed close to midnight. By then she had stopped coming out of her room and the light in her room remained turned off. Yet she is the perkier of the two of us this morning. Yes, “old” is becoming the operative word…