I'm pleased to say that DS, contrary to my misgivings, was very cheerful when he arrived. He even insisted on preparing the vegetables for lunch. Mind you, if there is anything on his mind, he will offload it to his father in the pub before the match this afternoon, then DH will offload it onto me! It will, in other words, come down the Chain of Command! I have just had a visit from a tree surgeon we have used at both our previous house and this one. He is an Australian and looks a bit like the wild man of Borneo but what he doesn't know about green stuff is not worth knowing. He came with his two 'assistants' - lovely border terriers who look almost as unkempt as he does. I think they must be growing into each other!
soop your son's sound delightful! Enjoy the rugby this afternoon. DH will get the boyyo's on catchup when he gets home I expect.
N&G they do tend to be a bit gung ho these grandads, don't they? The reason for this garden work is to lessen the chances of DH killing himself trying to cut monster hedges up a ladder! Hope Grampy is okay.
Very pleased to hear that your DH is feeling better Maw. You must be so relieved.
corner DH has decided to take on the soup maker experiment. He seems to be fascinated by it! I shall no doubt be reporting back on results, good - or otherwise!
How do I bring this issue up with our neighbours?
Thought this might amuse some of you!
I gave up driving two years ago. I am nearly 85.



I need a sit down. I have read all the messages and send my best to MawB, WW and, of course Ann. I have admitted before to sitting in a layby with a bar of chocolate and GN when I had been to visit Mum - it did me the power of good.

DH looked much "pinker" when I picked him up at 5.30 today as indeed he should after 3 pints of the red stuff, but has faded a bit this evening. Couldn't eat his supper (cod with crushed peas, tender stem broccoli and tiny potatoes) , in fact he was sick so we abandoned that. He went off to bed by 7.30 and I do hope it is just that his system is taking its time to adjust to the new blood and not some new complication. (The unit where he gets his transfusions is close to A&E and I saw they had a huge sign warning of Norovirus and saying if you have had diarrhoea or vomiting to stay at home ) <sigh>
. On very rare occasions, we treat ourselves to the real thing. 
PS We adopted a big, black, so-called "unapproachable* feral cat when we moved to Kintyre. You'll catch up with his antics. His name is Rory The Alpha Male of the Clan Kintyre. He's a bit special. 