Wow! How Spud has grown! Mind you, he still looks as scrumptious as ever, just larger!šYou'll miss him when they've gone! Has your daughter started her new job out of your home?
Doodle, hope you are healing and that Church went well today.
Grammaretto- how was your weekend away? Are you travelling back tonight or in the morning? How's the house hunting? Always thinking of you and hoping something great comes up - at the right time!
Kaimoana, I loved your description of Gubbins in performance mode.
I remember my niece at about that age, maybe a little older, cavorting in front of Grandma, who kept saying ^I don't know where she gets it from. Her mother is such a quiet girl^.
When was in the Juniors, probably aged 5 or 6, we used to put on shows for the boys in the playground at lunch times. Actually, I was well out of my depth but keen to go with the flow of the bigger girls. Street cred and all that in the mean streets of East London.
One of our numbers, I well remember, was šµ She wears red feathers and a hula hula complete with swaying hips and over-exaggerated hand movements. My DM needed resuscitation after witnessing my performance.
You do seem a little more upbeat in your last post, Kaimoana. I do hope it's enduring. It's not an easy search, trawling Dr.Google for photos of skin eruptions is it? Not for the fainthearted, that's for sure.
Shortly after I retired, I developed huge red lumps on my ankles, like mega-flea bites (no cat at the time). Couldn't find a matching pair online, so went to the GP. This time I was to see a learner GP, who took one look and told me I had scabiesš±. I cried all over the pharmacist and Mr.I, who dutifully showered and hairwashed in the given gloop
The next morning I returned to the surgery and cried all over the Senior Partner, saying I just couldn't see where on earth I could have contracted it.
Rubbish, he said, that's discoid eczema.