soop Although it's very sad that three of your pals are moving to the care home, I feel sure that it's reputation has enjoyed a boost since you and MacS began visiting. They should put you on the payroll! ?
Alea I hope to goodness that Grace will leave her extremities alone now and give them chance to heal! And, don't you dare to trip up over her duvet, you are irreplaceable!
It's bitterly cold here in Cheshire, but the sunshine is wonderful!
I was thinking they are probably queuing up to enrol at Soop's care home!!
Dd2 has a long standing friend from her Art School days, a sculptor, but who subsequently became a paramedic and now runs a care home in Devon which previously belonged to and was run by her parents. I asked the friend what would be happening to the residents when she and her husband were in London for the wedding and she said, "Oh they'll probably want to book a minibus and come too!"
They have all sorts of outings and really fun activities, my sort of care home. The ladies there made lovely quilted bunting for DD's wedding in December and were thrilled to see the pictures both of our "procession" from the ceremony venue to the reception and to hear they had taken it all with them on honeymoon! When DD and SIL joined us in Somerset it was set up in their bedroom, renamed "the honeymoon suite".
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Elegran You naughty tyke! I was well and truly "had" as I was wondering whether or not Joy was a member of your family. 
Alea What a truly lovely gesture from the care home ladies. Superb bunting! Such a thoughtful keepsake. Naturally, if one hasn't dementia, then it is possible to continue to enjoy every day activities. Our village has an aged population (we're still spring chicks). All of our pals who are already resident, or about to join the throng. are about five years senior. Most good care homes do make a great deal of effort to keep the residents happy. Every month, the care home that we visit, has a fund raising event. Australia is the theme of the next. One carer is to eat "bugs" (dead) as one would if stranded in the bush....she has many sponsors. Rather her than me!
Enormous black clouds scudding across the sky. Snow will fall tonight. We need to visit the care home tomorrow, so it would be nice if the snow plough clears the only road to Campbeltown.
Keep warm and safe. (((hugs))) 
I am just back from a 
at the launch of Jane10's book. It is short stories all set in 1975 in a well-known high-class Edinburgh store called "Murrays" (but I think we can all work out which store it is based on)
Pssst - don't let on I told you but it is available on Amazon for Kindle or as a paperback
bags! Oh B**********. That is so unsettling for you. Any news? A lot depends on the type of person who finds it. For your sake, I hope that that person is decent.
Just back from Campbeltown. It's a glorious day. Sparkling sunshine and still no snow.
Back after I've had a 
Alea How is Grace dealing with her poorly tail? Hopefully she isn't in too much pain.
After several weeks, the portrait that I painted for Judthepud came back to sender (me!) I had messed up big-time with using the incorrect postcode. Only myself to blame. It was a serious senior moment. 
Anyways, it's now back in the postal system and the post office have double-checked the address.
When my now ex-husband was serving in the forces, I had to withdraw a large sum of cash from the building society in Plymouth. My son was in a pushchair and as I needed to make a call from a phone box, I carried my son into the kiosk and put my handbag in the cubby-hole place where directories are housed. We then left the kiosk and went into the main post office, where I discovered that I'd left the bag and contents in the kiosk. A lady raced back with me to the kiosk and the bag had disappeared. A man then ran down the steps leading to the bus station. He searched all the bins. No sign of the bag. In the bag were the house keys and all manner of personal info. I was almost hysterical. Someone phoned my neighbour who kindly motored into Plymouth and took us home. We notified the police and an officer helped me to gain entry into the house, which meant that I needed to change the locks. My husband was abroad. I begged the neighbour to tell him of the loss. He was in fact kind and considerate enough, which helped enormously. The bag containing all the personal stuff (not the cash) was found on the back seat of the upper deck of bus heading for Wembury. I shall never forget that experience.
Away to feed the pussy cats. Love to all our lovely Kitcheners
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