Oh, my word, thank you for a wonderfully warm welcome back to the sanity of our kitchen. It's a strange and not so funny world out there in the wilderness. I didn't like it one little bit.
As for children writing thank you letters...
I have no further comment. In "our day" we did things differently.
I understand that some of you have had a dose of the lurgy. Snap! In the early hours, about a fortnight ago, I awoke for my umpteenth visit to the bathroom. Suddenly, without warning, I began to wretch and could not for the life of me get out of the bed. I thought that I was about to pass out. I called for MacSporran (who sleeps in his chair due to awful night cramps) and eventually he awoke and came to my aid. I wanted to be sick. My legs felt like knitting. After half an hour, with help, I managed to get to the bathroom. I felt nauseous on and off for a further week and some. Even now, I'm not totally "right". So, my heart goes out to one and all who have a share of the bug. It could have been Norovirus (? spelling).
I am hoping that some kind Granspal will tell me how the Panaches are. I would be very grateful for any important updates.
Carillion Good news indeed that your husaband has a date for his surgery.
I've had a pre-op assessment regarding procedure "up the nethers" under a general anaesthetic. Should have procedure within six weeks. Result of look-around will determine whether I need surgery to correct whatever, either in Oban (if not too serious) or Glasgow , if requiring some serious intervention.