Good morning, Michael and all GNs from South Yorkshire where it is cloudy and cool, but there is no sign of last night’s forecast rain. I woke up in the night because I was cold!
I hope the antibiotics kick in quickly, Mick.
Yesterday morning I went to the gym and came home to wait for a telephone consult with the physio about my arthritic hands. It seems I am doing all the right things and he has put me on a rolling referral. The rest of the day was spent clearing up the lower garden and then emptying a cupboard I have tended to shove a lot of stuff into and then forget about it. It was a bitter sweet experience as I found all the condolence cards I was sent after DH died, and also the anniversary, Christmas and birthday cards we had sent to each other, including the last ones. I’ve put them all carefully away again. Goodness knows what for. DS rang for a chat on his way home from work. He was on the bus. We spent quite a lot of time talking about the merits of various malt whiskies. Goodness knows what the other passengers must thought - probably that this man and his mother were a pair of alcoholics!
Today I have some food shopping to do and if it stays cool, I’ll go for a walk round the top of the valley, though the fields and hedgerows are a uniform brown and there’s no relief from it. What has happened to our beautiful English landscape and when will we ever see it again?
Have the best day you can, folks.