Doodle, I'm putting your name forward for sainthood. What a wonderful nurse you are! I'm so sorry MrD is having all this trouble...age is such trial, isn't it, and youth is wasted on the young. What a shame that the vibrator thing isn't working as well as you had hoped. I'm imagining your Shetland pony on the balcony...just think of the wonderful roses you could grow in pots from all the ermm...production.
I, too was picturing MrM trying on the specs and Mamissimo giving gestures of approval or otherwise. Fortunately, MrJ is very good at helping to choose glasses, and we decided on some quite styly ones last week - for me, I mean. They are a ridiculous price here - I have no idea why. The last two pairs I've had I bought in Sydney, where the savings on the two pairs literally paid my airfare to get there. How crazy is that! But then, I do have a very weird prescription...the result, my mother used to tell me, of reading with a torch under the blankets when I was supposed to be in the land of nod.
I hope all goes well with your DD's return to school, Mamissimo. It must be such a worry, with the virus swirling among all the kids, coughing over each other in such confined spaces. Since retiring 2 years ago, I haven't had a single cold. Teachers are so vulnerable, despite decades of building up good immunity.
Kaimoana - I hope your DS has a wonderful birthday. He sounds such a gem, and you have a wonderful relationship...that's above rubies, isn't it. Has the wind subsided there? We have leaden skies, a dull, flat sort of day, but at least it was delightfully cool last night, and sleep was possible for the first time in several weeks.
We're supposed to be in Kaitaia Hospital as I write, but we're not. After waiting for years, MrJ woke with a cold, and a nasty cough. Where he got that from, I've no idea. We've been assiduously isolating since last week. With his COPD, the hospital advised him not to proceed today. So here we are, all dressed up and nowhere to go. What a pain. And a worry. So, another coffee and the online papers, and then some work in the garden while the soil is damp and easy to work. My reward will be an afternoon of reading. Can't wait.