Good morning all from a sunny Glasgow, where it is 12°C.
I have had another night of terrors, dreaming of people I know. It was so real and has left me rather unsettled.
I know my injections are to blame, but I need to persevere until my body gets used to the medication.
What a thoughtful daughter you have, Karma.
I plan to potter in the garden, but first I must tidy the spare room. A few weeks ago, I emptied the wardrobe and couldn't find the energy to put everything back. How on earth did I managed to accumulate so many dresses?
I have a question for Mizuna. The twigs are flourishing, the apple and pear trees have fruit, but the plum has produced nothing so far. How are yours doing?
A day of playing with the new robot vacuum cleaner has been planned by DH. I just can't wait! 😉
He has requested a dish for dinner, which we first had when we stayed in the Royal Scots College in Salamanca. It was so delicious, that my friend and I went into the kitchen to ask for the recipe. The cook went into the bin and produced an empty bag, which had held McCain's cubed potatoes. We thought she has spent hours in the kitchen preparing it. 🤣
It takes five minutes to prepare, then in the oven to cook. An easy meal.
I hope hollysteers feels a bit better.
Enjoy your Sunday, folks.