Good morning all from a cold, but sunny Glasgow.
The temperature is predicted to go up to 17°C, almost a heatwave here!
DH is golfing, despite complaining he was dying after his vaccination on Wednesday. He seems to have made a miraculous recovery, because, he doesn't want to let his golfing partner down. ?
I have a Tesco delivery, so DD is going to work from home at our house. There are no more liners with Tesco orders, so I have an assortment of boxes for her to transfer the shopping to. It should be interesting, doing it in the driveway. At least it's not raining!
Yesterday was spent in the garden, repotting all DD's strawberry and chilli plants, which we bought on her trip down the coast. I'm getting very clever at finding ways to do these jobs, without taxing myself.
Today, I intend to do that with my own plants (frequent rests, of course )and find places for a load of bulbs I have. It's a great feeling, being outside just pottering about.
Tonight, I'm going to attempt to make spaghetti alle vongole, my favourite meal. I usually bring multiple jars of clams back from Rome. Unfortunately, due to my incarceration, I have already missed two trips and have run out. However, I managed to source frozen ones in shells, so I will have a go!
Susan, I'm so sorry to hear about your dental problems. I too had a horrific dental experience as a child and hate going to the dentist.
When my lovely dentist retired, I was really concerned when the practice was taken over by a company, which did also lots of cosmetic work and the new dentists looked about ten years old!
I couldn't have been more wrong. They are so au fait with my health conditions and the effect they have on my dental health. I now go every three months to keep an eye on things.
When I lost a front tooth a couple of months ago, they were amazing.
I hope you manage to find a new dentist, ASAP. ?
Sending love and virtual support to all our struggling friends. Harri, I hope you had a better day yesterday, coaxing your husband to eat.
Sar, I just want to add what others have said about basel cell ulcers and try to reassure you. My mother refused treatment for over thirty years, ( too afraid, remembering her own nursing days ). By the time she went into care and became responsible for her treatment, it had eaten right into her eye socket. The point I'm clumsily trying to make is, she lived with it for all that time.
Your husband has been proactive and seems to have sought help at an early stage. Doctors nowadays have so much more expertise in treating them, than in my mother's time.
It must be so difficult worrying about both your daughter and husband. As wives and mums, we would rather it was us. ?
Dragonfly, did you not teach in the town I live in? ? Or is that a figment of my vivid imagination. ?
Wishing you all the best day you can, whatever your plans.
