Just been reading your posts Kaimoana and Grammaretto. It's brought back memories of our trip to NZ so I'm now off to find the photo albums. We went to Rivendale. I've been doing a lot of album reading lately. It was a wonderful, wonderful trip. Such an incredibly beautiful country. I'm sorry the rigours of sightseeing have left you, Grammaretto, with low resistance to cold bugs. Hopefully short lived. So much to see and there's never enough time! I know several folk here with off-spring in New Zealand and Australia who save their pennies for the air fare to spend all their winters in the warm. It saves on the heating bills! And my cousin from Sydney comes back here for a couple of months each summer. The world is so much smaller than it was when we wuz young.
I hope Mr D is beginning to come out of his winter blues now there's a positive to look forward to. Even if it is an operation. The fact it's happening is such a good sign. The buggy too will help I'm sure, it will help him to be in charge of where he goes. Some of those hand warmers which can be slipped inside gloves might be an idea until the weather warms up. And you'll be getting fitter jogging to keep up with him! You may well decide you need a bigger one when you've got a better idea of how it'll be used. Where I used to work as a receptionist I regularly saw a couple of young disabled lads in their buggies zoom past with girlfriends sitting on their laps! Being disabled wasn't cramping their style!
I'm another eel hater. There aren't many on the Broads nowadays for which, although probably a concern, I am grateful. Snakes are smooth and dry. Snakes are beautiful. I like snakes. But slimy, eels? Horrible, squirmy nasty things. And - they have teeth. I remember, in the days of first love when I accompanied my DH on fresh water fishing trips, he caught so many eels. They tied themselves around the fishing line and dripped slime. The local very Norfolk game keeper had asked him to save him some as he'd married a Cockney girl who knew how to cook them. We drove to their house with eels in a bucket between my feet. A mile or so of horror. His lovely wife then insisted on showing me how to kill, skin and fry a couple of the said eels, while the rest were kept in a tank. Fortunately we couldn't stop for dinner!
Have a nice day!