I hope Mr. D's pain has been reasonably and sensitively controlled today. Stuff like this causes so much distress to those nearest and dearest too, doesn't it?
I rather like the idea of a walking group like Cherry's, driving to the lunch venue😆. What has the weather been like for it in 🏴?
I hope the insurance chap looks favourably on your damaged roof, Grammaretto. Anything to do with house insurance reminds me, with a smile, of my DM.
Recently widowed, she was instructed to get in touch with her insurers when several tiles came down in a spate of stormy weather. Ringing her insurers, she had difficulty in communicating with the man on the phone, who was heavily accented and, undoubtedly, outsourced to a foreign call centre.
^But you must know about the recent storms,^she insisted. You are the Norwich Union, after all. Just down the road from me^
We are order restored here now, Barney glad to be relieved of his ear-defenders. (Only kidding).
Permit me to bring a moment of levity to the proceedings. Mr.I is not known for his expertise in ordering on line, due in part to his fat fingers, his inability to find his glasses or, truth to tell, his unwillingness to seek assistance.
Imagine the scene. We sit for a civilised breakfast with his sister 👿, when the postman delivers an M and S parcel. Ooh, he says, that'll be my shirts and jumper.
Er, no. Out falls a very risqué black lacy bra as well. (That's the photo attached, K, btw).
I've no idea how that got in there, he insists.
Dear reader, should I have believed him? 😉