England: Day Four

Monday was the first "official" day of the HBC. Actually, let me back up. Monday started at about 1:30 am when Bethy dropped her last insulin pen in Mark's toilet. (It's not quite as ridiculous as it sounds... but it is funny. Now.) So Monday, for Bethy and Paul, consisted of going to doctors and pharmacies and attempting to get medicine while attempting to not allow Beth to get really sick. Fun times. Anyway, back to the rest of us. I think Monday a few of us - myself most prominently, in my mind - had a small mental breakdown. For some reason, rather than staying with the center that Keith and I were in charge of, I thought it would be a great idea to go with the little kids to crafts and snacks. Do not ask me why. I am perplexed. The whole day was kind of crazy - covering all the details we (I) hadn't thought of, all that. We made it through; that's what I'll say about it. We made it through and the kids not only appeared to have a good time and learn some things, but came back the next day. So that was a plus. They really liked the tie-dye t-shirts we did to "tie" in with our Lydia theme (get it?!).





Monday afternoon was mostly spent running more errands (I'm pretty sure we went to Sainsbury's more days than we didn't) and getting everything ready for Tuesday and Wednesday, now that we knew what we were doing.



We were supposed to go to Jason and Debbie's house for dinner, but since Paul (who was supposed to drive us) and Beth didn't make it back to the church until six, Debbie - the awesome and amazing Debbie - brought dinner to us. Yum. Dinner was followed by male bonding at the cinema and the women's Bible study, at which Michelle made us all cry with her selection of reading material. It was a good cry, though.





The day ended with a little girly sleepover chat at Mark's. On to Tuesday... hooray.