Good morning all from Glasgow, where it is 1°C. It doesn't matter, for I won't be going out, I'm not picking up at all.😪
GM, a message from the pot to the kettle, don't overdo things. 😉
I am so impressed by your culinary prowess. You should have a stall at the Christmas Market. I bet you would do a roaring trade.
As for tins of pulp, I stopped using real fruit forty years ago. A splash of whisky in it and people assume it is made from expensive ingredients.😉
Due to me being out of action all week, we desperately needed shopping, so I went out early to M&S Food Hall.
Rightly so, I got glares from shoppers, due to my cough despite the fact my mouth was covered I sounded as if I smoked sixty Senior Service a day.
Back at my car, I had a dreadful coughing fit and an elderly gentleman came to see if I was OK. It was so kind of him.
It was then that I ditched the idea of a wander, I just wanted home.
I arrived home to find DH in an agitated state. The very expensive coffee maker, which I bought for his birthday was broken. It was entirely his fault and he compounded it by trying to fix it it himself, despite me telling him it was under guarantee.
Things went from bad to worse, when I found out that he had paid someone on the Internet for useless assistance. 😱
To my horror, he had used the main credit card.
For most of my career, I spent my time advising staff to be rigorous and not click on links, nor pay people they didn't know. I thought DH had more sense.
I wept at the thought of cancelling cards and all it involved. To make matters worse, I have mislaid my book of answers to security questions. I have turned the house upside down, but is no-where to be found. It is in the house somewhere.
I last used it, trying to sort GN on my phone, I am permanently locked out.🤬
I have to commend M&S Bank, they were outstanding and extremely patient, as they passed me to the appropriate department. I was so breathless and hardly able to speak, which didn't help.
I thought I had sorted it, but the landline has just rung. It is was company, he had paid yesterday, asking me to press 1 and they could help. He had given out our landline number. 🤬
In the last few weeks, my usually financially savvy DH has made
a few suspect decisions. He seems to be having memory problems and of course is in denial.
I won't bore you with details, but the other day, I managed to prevent him buying a new PC, before first checking with DS. His excuse, DS wouldn't help him. He was wasting money on parts he didn't need, but refused to listen.
No, DS and his family were ill in bed with the same virus, I have. 😪 How on earth could they help.
I'm finding it all very unsettling.
Today, I need to rest, but nothing has been done for over a week, the fridge and range need cleaned, jobs I hate. I shall also print out the Christmas card labels and wonder if I can trust DH not to go rogue.😉
Yesterday I was unsuccessful at ordering the turkey from the butchers, their answer machine was on permanently. I shall try again today.
My GP has given me the phone number of the colorectal surgeon's secretary, in order to chase up my CT scan results. That's also on my list, for my stomach is still troublesome.
Good to see you posting, Blossoming.
I always envy your nails, Bella. ♥️
Best wishes to all, who are struggling. X