Good morning all, its wild in Glasgow this morning and only 5°C.
I had hoped to go to All Saints Day Mass, but I'm feeling a bit ropey, trying to stave off a chest infection. I was up and down all night at the loo, due to those blooming heart pills. This is now the norm. A day in the house I think.
Yesterday, I received a surprise phone call from an ex colleague and we had a lovely chat. She was a couple of years above me at school, but the first time we met was working as students on the Knorr stock cube and Mazola corn oil line fifty years ago. We were awful at our job, with the supervisor continually ranting and swearing at us for our incompetence.
She told me that she had just arrived back from Santiago di Compostela and I jokingly asked which bone she had broken this time.
On Monday just before flying home on a last visit to the cathedral, a gust of wind caught her brolly at the top of the Cathedral steps, she flew into the air like Mary Poppins and landed at the bottom of the steps.
Yesterday morning, she took herself to A&E, where she discovered that she had broken her shoulder!
Nearly every time she goes on holiday, some disaster befalls her.
I asked her about an old family friend of hers, who has been missing at church for months. She is 86, went to a family wedding in Dubrovnik, where she fell and broke her hip. The lady is amazing, she has made such a good recovery, that she is just about ready to drive again.
Susan, I thought I had died and gone to heaven, the first time I visited Cheshire Oaks. I was on a girls weekend and at that time, we had nothing like that in Scotland.
For all those on holiday and spending time with family, enjoy and for all those struggling, I wish you a gentle day.