Morning Mick, morning All from a chilly, dry corner of Somerset
Mr C has covid and is proper poorly, tested him yesterday. Now he’s fretting he may have passed it on during our mammoth hospital visit on Tuesday. Of course we had no idea then, understand his worry though. I’m hoping my itchy throat is just that but we’ll pull up the metaphorical drawbridge for a while, no need to venture forth as the fridge is stocked for a siege.
Goodness sarah, what a foolish thing to do with your Mum. You’re brave to even consider buses today mick, I’m starting to be concerned at the weight loss, please think about staying home and contacting your medical team.
My first car (I was 17) was an Austin A30, he was black and called Ollie, had flag indicators needing a thump on the side of the car to get them to work. Hand signals were needed. Ollie was held together by luck and my Dad’s skill. I shed many a tear when he went to be replaced by a Ford. My poor Dad thought I was crazy, I recall his exact words ‘what’s the matter with you, the Ford has far less wrong with it….’ Those were the days.
Thinking of all with personal mountains to climb. Hope Thursday is kind to us all.