I am overwhelmed by so many caring messages regarding Mr Soop. He is over the worst. THANK GOODNESS! He says that he was "out of it" and can just about recall feeling unable to lift himself from his chair or walk the short distance to the bathroom. He remembers shivering violently and trying to sleep wearing his thick, padded anorak over his pj's. He must have slept through a visitor calling by. He cannot remember my efforts to persuade him to drink more water.
I now need to catch up and, at some point this afternoon, I shall return to our kitchen.
Safe journey to our Baggs 
All well in the Soop household. It was a most worrying 24 hours and even Mr Soop cannot recall much of it. He asks me to thank "his ladies" for their good wishes. 
Yes, Baggs may have arrived at her destination. I also look forward to hearing better news when she is able to be with her daughter. I can imagine how moving that occasion will be.
I am working on a black cat painting. Like white dogs, black cats can be tricky subjects. However, Mr Soop has reassured me that I am on the right track. He is amazing when it comes to listening to my arty-farty moans. Somehow, he knows how to boost my flagging confidence,
Until we meet again tomorrow, I wish you all a restful evening. Thank you for your company. 
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