Good morning all, its blowing a hoodie here in Glasgow.
A gentle day is what you need GM, you must be exhausted and feeling lost.
Off this morning for another attempt at blood letting, then returning home to await a telephone consultation with my GP. (Why can't she see me, since I'm in the surgery anyway.)
I don't seem to be making much progress and am still feeling pretty grim. Chronic ill health is not for the faint hearted.
DS2, my son, who has chronic asthma and suffers from anaphylaxis, has contracted Covid for the first time. I can't help, but worry about him.
He and DH were going on a whisky tasting tomorrow, it has now been cancelled for the third time, due to Covid.
I don't know who is more disappointed, DH or me.
DD and SIL will both be at work and with DH gone, I would have had a much longed for empty!!! ?
To add to my misery, my mouth is now full of ulcers and I'm feeling a bit sorry for myself! However, on the bonus side, I have lost a bit of much needed flab, because I have no appetite!
It's very hard to indulge in some wallowing as the lodgers are still here.
Does anyone remember the crime programme in the 1960s, called No Hiding Place? It's just like that in our house! My SIL, loves it so much here, I fear he may never leave! ?
He is like my shadow, Mr MDoll, says its because SIL thinks I'm his mother!!?
Wishing you all the best of days, whatever your plans. For all our brave mountaineers, I hope today is an easy one. ?