The last straw

... or perhaps the last feather.

The work load today was unmanageable. When asked to organise a little craft for Sunday school by an unsuspecting lovely lady, it felt like the last straw to break my back.

So I’m grateful for a bit of practical help; an answer to the prayers of my Bible Study ladies.

It happened. Then a school run and back to a bustling house with multiple guests, food requirements here, there and everywhere and another trip to the hospital.

Improvements there. Care plans now discussed. And a late night supermarket dash, followed by pickups even later mean that I should sleep well, when I get there.