Good Morning everyone. It’s very quiet on here. Given that I haven’t posted for a couple of days, have had great difficulty understanding what on earth is the point of not being able to mention (or express concern for) missing posters, can see - again - that a valued contributor is unable to post, have been told off myself and seen similar nonsense occur on another totally harmless thread; I’m beginning to wonder if continuing to post actually has any point to it. The so-called spirit of Gransnet has well and truly evaporated, as far as I can see, buried under a mess of rules and regulations which can only suck the life out of the enjoyment and company most of us enjoy. Today, after having got over a towering rage, I am reminded of *Basil Fawlty*’s line about his Wife’s increasing rules and regulations - “well, there’s another small Avenue of pleasure cut off”.
So, playing it safe, (possibly) : Thank you all for your lovely messages and comments about my foot. But please don’t ask about me if I don’t post. I shall let you know how I am, promise. Thank you to the dear lady from Manchester for her soap dish idea which will be eaten tonight. Good wishes to all involved with hospital visits, treatment, vaccinations, dental doings, aches and pains, worries and sadness. Same good wishes to families of said posters for similar activities. Massive Gran prayers to the little Scottish lady’s friend’s Granddaugher and her unborn child. Wishing so hard it will be ok. To the DD waiting for biopsy results, everything crossed for the best news. Urticaria is the worst when you can’t sleep. I had it for months - get well soon. To the lovely poster who recently lost her Husband to Covid and who has been so ill herself, may you be on the mend and to the South Coast Gran whose family are reporting better news after their recent infections, may they continue to have an uncomplicated recovery. To the greyhound-loving Gran from the South, take care, see you soon.
Here we have sun and 21 degrees and problems with what to wear to avoid looking a bit ridiculous, it’s January! I’m going, again, to log onto a website which may just snag me the two necessary appointments for a vaccination from one of 2 local hubs. We have to make our own arrangements as supplies are a bit scarce! We have to book 2 @ 3 weeks apart. It feels a bit like playing the Lottery.
Hope this post was sufficiently anodyne and lacking in warmth, details, names or interest not to give any offence.
Keep safe, all ?♀️????
Desperately sad story of the assisted suicide of a grieving mother
What's going on , on the street outside your home right now?
Soops place of refuge and friends


. I wasn't sure at first if he was a councillor but I knew he wasn't either one from our area as his name was different. Why then was a counsellor ringing me? I hadn't arranged any? I eventually got to the bottom of it, it took a while ?, to discover it was some guy trying to sell me a funeral package ?. Another call was an infinitely better one from my niece1 ?. Sadly, a quite stressed niece. She's a teacher and I'd feeling the strain at the moment because she and her cohort of colleagues are getting flak from coming at them from all angles. I found that I had to do some counselling of my own ?. Not an easy thing to do at the best of times and not when you're trying to chop veg ?. All I wanted to do was see her and give her a hug.
