Good morning all from a damp Glasgow.
Didn't have a good night, feeling really nauseous due an increase in my heart medication yesterday.
I also dreamt I turned up at my daughters wedding in a tatty old dress, while the rest of the guests were stunning! ?
However, as I couldn't sleep, I dried all of the washing DIL brought down yesterday, when I was at the doctor's.
Half of it couldn't be tumble dried, so it was everywhere. I do like a tidy house.
I will probably iron it later, as DIL doesn't iron. Then again, she may take it as a criticism. ?
No, knowing her, she will be delighted!
That was indeed a popular thread Urmstongran. I enjoyed reading the variey of ages. I was certainly surprised at some.
What was even better was that there were new posters posting on your gentle thread. A gold star ⭐ from this teacher!
Dragonfly, a difficult day for you, with the additional worry of the flooding.
Yesterday's visit to the doctor's was a bit of a disaster.
I had just got in to my car, when I realised I had lost my Blue Badge. It is usually in my bag.
Parking at my doctor's is horrendous, so it's essential, as I can't walk far.
I searched the house from top to bottom, DH searched his car just in case, to no avail.
All the way to the surgery, I was thinking about how late I now was and the implications of losing it: phoning the local authority for a replacement, phoning the police to report it lost and not being able to get parked for my two hospital appointments this week. I was in a right old state by the time I got there.
When I saw my GP, I told him he would be wasting his time, taking my BP, it must be sky high!!
I then asked about the missing prescription. He said it had to be re-authorised again by the Medicines Committee, as it was a controlled drug, but no-one thought to tell me. So I had waited needlessly for ten days for a non-existent prescription.
My GP, God bless him, authorised it there and then.
I ditched my plan to go shopping, as I couldn't stop worrying about the badge. I don't think I worried as much when I was younger.
As soon as I got home, I started searching for it again and applied my Sherlock Holmes logic.
When you have eliminated all which is impossible, then whatever remains, however improbable, must be the truth.
I found the badge in a drawer. How it got there, I have absolutely no idea, it certainly wasn't ME..
As always Gilly and her husband are in my thoughts and my best wishes for all who are poorly or worried.
Harrigran, for you. .
Enjoy your Tuesday.