I compose this from an afternoon of luxuriating in the knowledge that I can do no more - well, til tomorrow at least😇. Save only to acknowledge the passing storm and to ponder what might be blown off or seep into the very fabric of the house. The only other thing to distract me is the annual catch up with a very scary cousin. One who, fortunately, can talk for England and which makes interaction minimal. The drawback is that she insists on video messaging ('I like to see your face'🤷♀️), which precludes any sort of multi-tasking. This I learned the hard way after once sneaking a sideways glance to check the clock on the mantle piece. Are you looking at the clock? Don't you want to chat? '😳.
I am struck by the fortitude and Dunkirk Spirit of many who post on our thread
Soldiering on amidst all nature of poor health, personal life events, the worry for loved ones. All with humour and good grace, presumably in the knowledge that we are amongst our friends
Blimey, I sound like an extract from the Queen's Christmas speech. But you know what I mean, I hope.
Doodle, I am heartened to hear your explanation of the disconcerting health results - but it was so unnecessary to impart the news in the way it happened. None of us would want unexplained bombshells to arrive so close to Christmas and the general shutdown over the festive period. I hope the boot provides help.
Don't forget to apply the patches to different sites - remember 'Pin the tail on the donkey'. May be better to keep your eyes open tho'.
Cherry and I slunk ignominiously away after last night's ⚽️ match. Don't bother to check that score out. We hope for greater things on Saturday btw.
You have experienced a lot of disappointment recently, Kaimona *for which I am sorry. But expect a posse of 🦞s around for your truffles. I still have everything
peeled for Trevor's arrival*.
Nfk, I am intrigued at how Keira can sleep in the car for an hour without you, yet not settle at home? You'd have thought that she wouldn't have relaxed with all the comings and goings past the car. Or perhaps it's bustle and activity which gives her reassurance.
So sorry, Grammaretto, that your op is so elusive. Would your GP not put in his pennyworth to the Orthopaedic bod to expedite your position on the list? (Assuming, tbat us, that you have managed the list thus far). I see you propose to create a new address book. A word of caution. I did that after last Christmas (partly on the premise that if something happened to me, all entries would be up to date and relevant for others to work through). So saying, I have left two names and addresses off, AND discarded the old book, so sit reading their chatty letters with absolutely no ability to reciprocate. 😡😡.
Yesterday was a day of mysteries and surprises.
Two courier parcels left unceremoniously on the step (too busy to stop to ring these days, I guess). One was a plant, a berried plant from a(nother) cousin - as ascertained once we'd prised it from its container (THIS WAY UP, it optimistically printed). Lovely, but exotic, hence unknown to me. Likes a temperature above 7 degrees. Should do fine here then, Mr. Grumpy proffers, who thinks my insistence on what he calls sub tropical temperatures is unreasonable. Said plant took one look at me and promptly shed all its berries. Its protests continued over night when its green glossy leaves began to turn an alarming yellow. The second was a text from Argos, giving reference number and code and instructions to collect said item by 24th December.
Not me, Guv.
What to do?🤔
someone else locally has acquired a young dog for Christmas. It yaps constantly.
