Just sidle in Lully, grab a handful of whatever cake is going and a comfy seat and put your feet up!
Good morning, the kitchen. I feel old this morning. It is my youngest child’s 48th birthday today. She is still my baby and I don’t know where all that time has gone. I hope we will get over to see her later today.
Ann I hope that the meeting with the consultant results in a sensible strategy for DH’s treatment, and is not too trying for you.
Swanny your post reminded me of when we took GS to an air show, where the Army had erected a rather high climbing tower, which he was desperate to have a go at. He was eight at the time and quite small for his age. I wasn’t keen. The guy in charge said “just go as far as you feel ok with” thinking he would go up a few feet and then come back down. He kept going, and going, and going, like Jack and the Beanstalk, until he was about three feet from the top. My knees were turning to jelly. Then he turned round, looked down and and said “Is this far enough? Please may I come back down now?”
I have to phone my son later. We are going away with them in the Spring and we had agreed a venue that sounded ideal, but now he has changed the goalposts a bit and it now sounds less than ideal, so we have to have a discussion before any money changes hands. There will be an amicable outcome but it needs to be one that makes allowance for the fact that it is, in fact, supposed to be a holiday, not an SAS training course based in the middle of nowhere!
We are having a quiet day today. DH said yesterday he thought he had been trying to do too much too soon (Why is it that you can keep telling a man something and he will totally ignore you until it suddenly dawns on him that it is sensible advice and not nagging?). I shall be making Anzac biscuits later and I shall make enough for the kitchen. They are healthy - ish!