Good morning all from a sunny Glasgow, where it is only 5°C. I have been outside and it is a beautiful, crisp, autumn morning.
Mick instead of going out and possibly having another episode on the bus, please listen to kind posters and phone your medical team for advice.
Yesterday, there was a funeral at church, I only realised that the deceased was the grandfather of a girl I taught. She was the quietest of pupils. I didn't recognise this Goth with scarlet hair! How she had changed. I was really surprised.
I had a very pleasant meeting with the PP and discovered his sister in law and I lived across the road from each other, as teenagers. I couldn't stop laughing that I hadn't twigged, despite the fact that they both share the same unusual surname.
My cough was particularly bad and the young curate, snapped, MD, why don't you just take a glass of water?^
I said, A glass off water hasn't worked for the last forty eight years, why would it work now?.
The P.P then kindly suggested I might have reflux, I do, but it is not that, I know what is wrong, I just can't get a consultant appointment!!!
I am so embarrassed by it all and fed up feeling so unwell.
The only thing keeping me going is my bolshieness, I won't let it beat me. 😉
Today, as part of my Swedish death clean, I have a BHF pick up. I am ashamed to say, there are thirteen bags, The amount of clothes I have is shameful. I had been hanging on to clothes in case I was going to a function or special night out. Those days are long gone! I feel liberated, but DH says he doesn't see any difference! 😆
Al being well, we are off out for our anniversary lunch.
Susan, I feel so sad for you and your family.
Have the best possible day and hugs for those with mountains to climb.