Good morning from a bright Durham. Friend’s 67th birthday today, so I’m taking her out for lunch to a local garden centre, then meeting another friend later, who only has a few hours this week to spare.
Another friend’s husband went through his big operation satisfactorily yesterday, but now she is feeling under the weather and not sure that she should be visiting him yet - that gives me time to catch my breath, as I’d offered to take her.
DD2 still reeling from the sudden loss of her beloved pet - after 13 years, they’re family?
Estate agent phoned yesterday to say that a load of rubbish has been flytipped outside the house I have for sale. Technically speaking that area doesn’t belong to my house but I shall have to drive over at some point and see what’s going on.
However this is all trivial compared to the devastating news that Baubles and Baggs are having to cope with. Both are in my thoughts.