Good morning all from a cloudy Glasgow, where it's 6 ° C, at least its not raining!
Another night of strange dreams, however, not as bad a the night terrors of Saturday night. They were bizarre, to say the least. New meds often do that too me.
Yesterday, I managed to repair two broken pieces of jewellery and make a blue sodalite bracelet and two amethyst ones.
Albeit, lying on top of the bed and not at the table!
I also found the peridot beads, I have been searching for since last summer, so once I perk up today, I may have ago at making a necklace to match the dress, I wanted them to match last summer!
However, I still don't feel up to going out. A severe angina attack yesterday has left me washed out, so another quiet day.
The most difficult task is to decide what's for dinner!
I spent much of the evening dealing with a scam email, which asked me to do something for my Parish Priest,. It was so convincing, even more so, when it was delivered to my Diocesan email account, rather than personal one and the display name was my PPs. Apparently my he was rewarding all church volunteers with a gift card. I was the mug, who was to buy them and I would be reimbursed. Eventually
It was quite a sophisticated scam and I, the IT guru, was almost fooled.🤬.
It left me quite unsettled.
Obviously the Diocesan offices were closed, but I managed to alert others, using the address book.
I hope there is some positive news, regarding the house sale, GM.
Small steps, Ash, well done.
Eight years ago, when my health deteriorated and I could no longer work, DH took over the ironing tasks and I have somehow managed to keep that going! 😉
For all of you with childminding activities, enjoy. With Dollie being at school, enjoying numerous clubs and me being so unwell, I really miss her. Video calls are lovely, but nothing beats a hug.
I thought this message alert DS received from the Echo dot in Dollie's bedroom may amuse some of you.
To put it in context, Dollie hates going to church, really, really hates going to church! 😉
I'm not faking this. I'm not well, I have a sore throat. I'm really, really not faking this, because I don't want to go to church. I'm actually really sick!
She was telling the truth, if slightly exaggerrating the situation. Going to drama club and inheriting her gran's genes, may have contributed to that!
Wishing you all a pleasant day and that those in the sick bay, myself included have a gentle day.