Morning Mick, morning All from a windy and very wet corner of Somerset. The puddles have joined and resemble a lake. Enough now.
Snap haeri. A heap of post was yesterdays excitement. None for 13 days. Many cards, all very welcome but sadly won’t be displayed as decorations are being dismantled. A long letter from cardiology for Mr C had taken 25 days to travel the same number of miles. We’re hoping the two anticipated appointments will be made by phone. Other than that a trouble free shopping trip and a long chat to our friend who is finding it hard to adjust to her very distressed husband being in a care home, community care is just not available.
Meter man is due this morning for a third attempt to get our sulking gas meter to turn smart. I don’t envy him, our meters aren’t under cover. Other than that a new recipe to try and some more decoration dismantling. I prefer to do a little at a time rather than suddenly having bare rooms. We’ve a twiggy tree too bluebalou, it will be the last to go.
Safe journey shazza and to all on the move. Hope Friday is gentle with us all.