Good morning!
Free of the vice-like grip around my back and leg, I can now communicate relatively painlessly with the outside world. I feel it's time for a replacement settee and a turn and rotate of the mattress. Our last set of settees was purchased only? about 10 years ago not cheaply, I might add. Comment from DD,
^Why get the long one if you are going to downsize in the future?^ Am I?🤔Actually, the long one enables Mr.I to sprawl inelegantly full length for Match of the Day - or Snooker, which bangs on interminably every so often. He has the same ability as my father had - I wasn't asleep, just resting my eyes. Yeah, right.
Folk seem to be having better days recently? I am so pleased about your purse re emerging, Grammaretto and that house plans are moving apace - or maybe too swiftly for comfort? It is such a busy time of year anyway and you have so much on your plate! I had kept my mother's housekeeping purse for sentimental reasons and, for some reason, was minded to look at it again the other day. Imagine my surprise when I found £150 in notes in it, which I am sure were never there previously. I would have known.
I have kept the money safe until I can find something special to buy - it will need to be something really special entre nous👍.
How is your impressive bruise, Kaimoana? Are you on blood thinners to make it worse? So very sorry.
Pleased, Cherry, that your procedure went well. Jeeves must have taken a shine to you. Perhaps it's the frequency with which you call upon his drinks trolley. Mind you, we needed him yesterday in our ritual ⚽️ slaughter. A scenario from which not even Doodle's Pringles' routine would have lifted us.
I hope all goes well for your next poking and prodding- not the sort of experience to add to your Christmas to-do list, is it? Will be thinking of you.💐
Jeeves and his predilection to for underwear reminds of the time DS1 - always the most unflappable and grounded of them all, luckily, - took his games bag into the changing room and, in front of a class load of nine year old boys, shook out his rugby top. Lo and behold, what should drop out but, trapped by static from the tumble dryer, my pink bra😧. Bless him, he didn't bat an eyelid. Always one, I found, in the brood, who was totally unfazed by anything. Did others find that too?
Final thought for the day-
You know you're getting old when -
You have to find your glasses to locate the numbers on the Advent calendar doors😡