Lovely bit of sunshine

So, it's Grand National Day and the sun is shining from a beautiful blue sky. We're at the in-laws as it's Saturday, and it really is a case of "if this is Saturday, it must be Stoke".
We arrive in the morning to find them agonising over the shopping list - there must be at least 4 things on it, but Freddie is worried it's too much, and will be too heavy for my husband to carry. I know he's a big strong lad, so manage to inveigle a few more items onto the list. David duly goes off to the supermarket, with carrier bags in his strong arms.
Meanwhile, it's a bit early to start lunch, so I suggest to Freddie that we have a sort out. She's always worrying about "all the stuff" in the house, so I suggest we tidy up either the pantry or her bookcase. She chooses pantry.
Now, I don't think there is a lot in their pantry, but Freddie panics that the shelves are all full, and it's all stuff they won't eat. So I get her to pass me all the tins of things she will no longer use - her cooking skills, along with her appetite, have diminished greatly with her dementia. I pack all the tins into bags, and it looks as though I'm off to harvest festival!
I then get in the pantry and give all the shelves a good clean - removing old cat biscuits from back of the shelves (and they haven't had a cat for many years!). Freddie rearranges everything back to how she likes it, and then panics that the shelves are so empty. I give her back 1 tin of tuna, and she seems happy again.
When David returns, the shelves fill up, and everything looks fine, and Freddie seems more settled.

After lunch (salmon, boiled potatoes, green beans followed by something and custard, as it is every Saturday), we coax Freddie and Bill outside, to sit on the bench in the sunshine. It is so peaceful and quiet - all we can hear are the birds singing.
We're out there for ages - nails get cut outside, tea gets drunk, they all reminisce about laying the drive. I look at Freddie, and notice that for the first time in months, she isn't fidgetting. No rocking, no scratching her arm or head, no wringing of hands of clenching of muscles. She looks almost serene, calm and happy, and it's lovely.
4 o'clock comes, and Bill wants to go in to watch the Grand National. Freddie wants to stay outside in the sunshine. She and I stay out a bit longer, until the horses are lining up when we go in.
It's been a lovely day, and I'm hoping for more sunshine next week, when we will perhaps tackle the bookshelf!
take care,