Here we are again...all good pals and jolly good company.
WELCOME. Enjoy the treats on offer. All food virtually calorie-free. No washing of dishes permitted. Please relax and we'll raise a glass of cheer to each other. 
Cheers!
morethan I wish that I had the answer to the pain that your family continues to have no choice other than to deal with virtually unaided. Throughtout the day, I've gone over and over your post. It's as I said earlier - I have no words of comfort for you. We are here and we will listen. Please continue to spend time in the kitchen, because you are assured of unlimited kindness. 
Morethan your son desperately needs help at home or your DiL be moved to a hospice. You need to have a few quiet words with him and then decide which of you will ring the surgery on Monday but you must state it as it is to the GP. The children should not be traumatised to this extent- my heart goes out to them. You are all living a hell on earth- please keep posting here if you have the strength.
I read but don't post so much lately, morethan but your post is just too sad. I do wish there was something, anything, we could do to help. Is there a posibility that your DiL could go to a hospice? Or the children just come to you? You are doing brilliantly to be so supportive but it must be hard. If it helps to post - please do.
Oh Morethan how dreadful for you all. Your DiL must be quite strong to have hung on so long. Could she not go to a hospice where they are trained to cope. Your son and those lovely children are suffering so much.
Just know my thoughts and best wishes are with you
You are so right, Anno , and there are so many little bones in feet which can be damaged and never be right again. Smileless eeeugh!!! You are so much braver than me!. We take our poor feet for granted, they carry so much and don't complain. I shall take your very good advice and am now promising myself that I will take much more care.
What a lovely gesture to arrange proper afternoon tea for you...."so British", as the French love to say. (They can be real snobs about British things, customs and traditions! 
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I'm afraid that I drink Earl Grey all of the time but when away from home, I'll gladly accept any tea offered. A wonderful afternoon tea, though, would not be the same without it!
What I'd give for a Waitrose! Interesting to read and to hear on this Forum, though, just how many people are deciding that they may not miss food shopping too much and are thinking about continuing to order food for delivery - especially from local shops.
Soop have you put a shilling in the meter? If your broadband speed is anything as bad as ours, you have my deepest sympathy. Hope you are feeling lots better and more comfortable today.
Those sunsets. They are absolutely divine. If I lived in your lovely Chocolate Box home with that view, I would never leave the window or the garden. I wish I could remember the name for the photograph "boxes" which one can buy and into which you load endless digital photographs which will change continuously and automatically when programmed, because I doubt that anyone would have enough walls to frame and display that kind of beauty as individual photos. Every moment the sunset changes, is the next photo taken going to be better, or the one after that? I get excited when the evening sky is turquoise, apricot and violet here and suddenly a flock of flamingoes drifts past; but looking at your skies over those islands is almost a religious experience!
I had a slightly surreal experience today but was so pleased. Having been not very keen on having an eye test in a different way from the UK and not knowing the Doctor who did the test, I was not looking forward to it. It was a huge success and without problems. He was so kind but actually got the giggles when the machine testing my sight kept steaming up at intervals from my mask. The conversation then went on repeat - he would say "oh, the fog is coming in"; I would say "I'm so sorry"; he would then wipe the machine with a little cloth and say "don't worry, you can't help it, it's the mask". Then it would happen again. When I came out to leave, he walked to the door with me. I haven't been going anywhere very much during lockdown, so am really not used to coping with masks and mixing or speaking with people socially.
But we found my DH in conversation in a huge reception area where there was simply a lovely modern painting, a terraced area behind a wall of glass with pots and plants, air conditioning, two huge sofas which were taped off except for ONE seat. One other chair and two chairs in the 3 corners of the room. So, there was the receptionist (a man), a patient - a diver, apparently, my DH who was allowed in to this calm and uncrowded scene to pay, and then me and the Doctor. We were all wearing masks, except the Doctor's dog who was quietly lying under a table and staying cool. It was so amusing to have a conversation, speaking very clearly through our masks, a long way apart and laughing at something which was said, without any of the facial expressions. Every one - except me and the dog - in shorts, nice shirts and loafers, everyone being optimistic about next week but all wondering whether opening up bars, restaurants and cafés and encouraging tourists from the north to flock to the south is actually a good idea. Is Tuesday too soon? The Doctor felt that since no one knows, we'll have to just be careful and give it a try.
Hope that Friday evening is happy for everyone. Nearly June, amazing, and getting steadily nearer to freedom for all.
Stay safe, please. Hugs from France x
Wonderful surprise for me today. DiL ordered afternoon tea for me from our local tearoom. She is 150 miles away and said she would be taking me out for afternoon tea all other things being equal. The tearoom had put together a lovely tea, everything you could wish for except the tea, but I have Earl Grey to hand. How lucky am I?
A lovely day for sitting in a friend's garden - I'd have shared my tea party with her but she is gluten intolerant. 
It's now a beautiful evening and I am going to go and see if there is a queue outside Waitrose.
Smileless and Grandmafrench, please look our for your toes. A damaged toe makes life really uncomfortable. The first time for me, I was 15 and some fool dropped a bench on my big toe. Luckily it was summer and I wore my nice new pink sandals all the time. Next time, I dropped a large wooden pastry board on my little toe which flapped all summer long. I was condemned to wear flip-flops all summer. So, it it's not too much of a contortion, keep an eye on your feet.
soop, you are indomitable, but please continue to unload on us as and when necessary. xxxx 
Something strange has been happening here on Gransnet. I've made a few attempts to log in during the afternoon. Have only just managed to do so.
Thinking of you all. Until we meet again.
Grandmafrench I am pleased to hear that you allowed the spider to run free. I am afraid of them. However, I ask MacS to use the tumbler-removal method and he is happy to do so.
Your toe will be throbbing right now. Toes and fingers...ouchy parts of our anatomy when damaged.
dragonfly I understand how you are feeling. I remind myself that patience is a virtue...our time to meet with loved ones will come.
Cherryc Thank you for your lovely, kind message. You are inspirational. I'm pleased that your interview was successful.
Smileless The very thought of having a dislocated joint returned to it's rightful socket makes me squirm.
The sky last night was breathtakingly colourful. I took so many photos. I shall share three for you to enjoy.
dragonfly you are in my thoughts.
Too much going on in the kitchen for me to comment on anything else as feeling a tad 'foggy' today.
TOYA
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