It's no good getting old if you don't get crafty Mamissimo. Aging DGDog was left with DH on Saturday while the rest of the family went down the road for lunch at the pub, DH being poorly and in bed. I left a chew on the bedside table in case he kicked up a fuss about being left (DGDog not DH) and DH said it was comical to watch how quietly and gently the chew slid off the table and down the doggy throat as soon as we had all left.
And 26 weeks and 4 days means the baby is viable now doesn't it? Nurses I know don't seem to think much of BP machines, they don't give the whole story. Fingers crossed.
We had our Covid jabs on Saturday and DH had a really bad reaction. He ended up in a similar predicament to Mr Doodle in the middle of Saturday night only fortunately didn't hit the floor. That trip to the bathroom took rather longer than it should have, especially with the top of the stairs looming so close as we have a very small landing. Thankfully he's better now - as better as he gets. He wouldn't let me cancel the family lunch - I think as it got me out of what remains of his hair and left him in peace! Plus it was so good to see them all.
He's now happily telling those snooker chaps how they should be playing as I type. Bodies are annoying things as we get older. No one would think he had anything wrong while he's just sat chatting.
Thank goodness you found the plumber's mate's number Grammaretto! And that he was within reach and came so quickly. Houses are such contrary awkward things, always looking for a way to challenge their inhabitants.
I think Kaimoana is right Doodle, that little silver top went down the sink!
And, after a few challenges to freeze the film, I found you on the video clip, Kaimoana. Such lovely warm sunshine, it looked a moving and lovely day.