Good morning all from a breezy Glasgow where it is 11°C. That's great your cardiac team are on the ball, Mick. Hopefully your new meds will do the trick.
I'm not the sharpest tool in the toolbox first thing and couldn't work out what Stilllearning was talking about. 🤣
I fell into bed last night, exhausted after a full on day with Babydoll. All she wanted to do was, Walk, walk, walk! She walked like a drunken sailor and my heart was permantly in my mouth, as she explored the house.
Busy day ahead. I need to stay in for my injection delivery. I try to avoid a Friday delivery, but had no choice. I will try and catch up with some housework.
The wrong size mattress will hopefully be picked up today. You will understand why I cannot trust MrMD to deal with it, so I need to be in.
I won't bore you with his latest disaster, except that as he struggled to put up the pram at Silverburn, he somehow managed to break off the hood. 😔 DIL's face was a picture when I handed her the hood last night. It needs a new part!
As we passed Zara, I noticed the sale was on. Leaving DH to people watch, I went in, saw the most beautiful cardigan in the sale and compensated myself for the stress of the last few days. 🤭 I deserve it. 😉
On returning home from dropping off Babydoll there was a message asking me to call the surgery. I wonder what that is about. I'm intrigued. I wonder if it is something to do with the bloods I had taken. I will be very surprised if my GP is actually going to do something about my deteriorating lung conditions.
I'm off to take some painkillers and catch up with all the political changes.
Best wishes to all , who are struggling.