Goo*d morning all from a cloudy Glasgow, where it is 7°C.
DH has just gone off to the golf, so I shall enjoy my empty. I try to encourage him to go out , because he is stuck with me most of the time. He never complains, but it can't be much fun.
DIL2, who loves Halloween and everything that goes with it, sent us a picture of Babydoll dressed as a witch inside a cauldron. That photo may come back to haunt her in later life.
There was great excitement because she has her first tooth and is perplexed by this strange thing in her mouth.
A special thank you to the two grans, who messaged me yesterday. Your kindness meant a great deal to me.
I was due an injection yesterday, which of course I didn't administer, in the hope my biologics are the problem. I believe they are similar to chemo medication, which explains how toxic they are and how awful I feel. I am between a rock and a hard place.
I don't know whether I am clutching at straws, but I feel some of my symptoms are not as severe and debilitating as they were.
There is even a wee seed germinating in my head of organising a *Glesca Grannies^ Christmas meet up.
Best wishes to all, especially those who find that mountain impossible to climb.