Hello gang, I'm sorry that Cherry has to take a break too. I guess we are all used to hearing something about our health from a doctor that we need to think about quietly. Best wishes to her.
Thank you all (especially Doodle) for excusing my Sundayitis. It's true, Sunday evenings alway used to get me down. Cooking Sunday lunch, followed by ironing multiple sets of school clothes (changed twice a week but I don't know why I bothered ironing), DH's work clothes and mine, mending snagged jumpers, replacing missing buttons, letting down trouser hems, finding missing sports kit, cleaning out lunch boxes I forgot and so on, followed by vast quantities of Sunday tea and home made cake. Then the thought of all the hassle the following morning...that leaves an impression that will always stay with me although, looking back, I wouldn't have had it any different.
I have a dilemma, my DIL (over 200 miles away) has asked if DH and I would like to go and spend a long weekend with them (DS, DIL, & 2 small DGC) in two and a half weeks time. I'm desperate to see them but it seems too soon. Like everyone else on here, I've hardly been out since early March. I know I can't do the journey without a toilet break. DS's house doesn't have a lot of room, we won't have privacy. We usually take the little ones out but I don't know what we will be able to do or where we can go at the moment and how I will cope with little hands holding mine when I have seen where they have been (and taking my DGD to the toilet when we are out). I've got myself tied up in knots. I don't want to turn them down, and have them think I don't care enough. I know I have to find a new 'normal' but would like to do it slowly. DH says he is happy to go along with whatever I decide. I need to talk to my DIL but am putting it off.
I have a cycle lesson booked for Thursday - that will be interesting. I will have the chance to cycle in a straight line!
Goodnight all. I hope all reading this have a good night's sleep although appreciate that BradfordLass is on the night shift.
Again my thoughts are with those of our most sick parolees.