Good morning Mick, Annie, and all, from a dull, chilly bit of Berks. At least there is no frost this morning.
I am feeling very slothful, and can't get motivated to move, but will in a minute.
A friend is going to doorstep this afternoon, and leave some more books. Lovely to have a few in reserve. Knitting is going well, but any sort of effort to do anything in the least bit strenuous is not present.
My DH is another, who this last year has aged an awful lot, and like Marydoll, and Ginster, I worry about him. He has been my rock and I can't imagine him any other way to be honest. At the moment, he is upstairs singing, while he makes the bed. ?
GrandMattie, your quilt, both sides, is another beautiful example of your handiwork.
I shall have to go and pootle in the kitchen and decide what to do with the remains of the five bird roast. Yesterday we sort of grazed and really enjoyed not having to do a 'proper' meal.
Grammaretto. Good luck with the form filling.
To all who are having a difficult time, sending you best wishes and a gentle {{{hug}}}
Have a good day one and all.