Made some bread, made some lentil soup, sawed, lopped and yanked a couple of dozen rhododendron branches off and shredded them, pulled a muscle in the process, divested self of wet muddy clothing including wool gloves topped by industrial strength rubber gloves, and the other paraphernalia of keeping warm and dry in Scotland in winter, showered, put a wash on, made coffee, sat down with feet up.
"Nufff d-d-day, I fink!" as DD used to say when she was two.
Still have to wash-up and make dinner but I'm slobbing until that cannot be put off any longer.
A terrible crime unpunished!! Imho 🙄
Reforms response to Rachel Reeves’ heckler.



he thinks we should give DIL a break and take two hyperactive GC for a day. His day will consist of playing rough on the floor, working them into a frenzy and I will do the meals, toilet stops, mopping up spills and then the tidying up when they go home. He is wondering why I am not jumping up and down.
Stick to your guns and get better first!



NB that is medicine in the glass not wine!

