Boy O boy! You lot are always on the go and it appears that I'm forever playing catch up. I think, and I'm totally unbiased, that you are the most marvellous Granspals in the whole wide world. 
The amount of worries shared during the time we opened the latest kitchen is testament to your kindness. You all deserve a huge (((hug))).
Maw the testing time that you've endured since I last read your post, almost me feel totally wiped out/ exhausted. You are an amazing lady. I'm relieved that the chaos within your family was dealt with, and all seems well.
Greyduster You've been inspired. I wouldn't know how to approach such a work of art. It will be challenging. Enjoy! My latest watercolour has tested me to the limits of my endurance. Five rejects. Hours spent with hope in my heart and a lump in my throat. I believe that I may be on the right track. I've no formal training. I'm teaching myself as I go along. Patience is a virtue. I've plenty of that.
N&G I really enjoy your posts. You have a way with words.
I also wish your dear friend and her Valentine on-going good fortune.
Nelliem That's a great deal of compost. I wish that I had a fraction of your energy.
nonna Good news for your husband. We have a friend living nearby who is going through the same treatment. Waiting for test results, can be very taxing.
Crafting Your tumble sounds painful. Scrapes and bruises are one thing...hitting your head could have been serious. I was having an early morning wee...as you do...and I was only half awake. I was leaning forward with my eyes closed. When I straightened up I felt dizzy and stumbled towards the bathroom door. It was one of those moments when I could have done myself a real mischief. Having had both hips replaced, falling awkwardly isn't recommended. 
We were talking to a friend in Campbeltown yesterday. We mentioned the wedding in Amsterdam and whether or not we should fly from Campbeltown to Glasgow Airport, (less than an hour's flight) or take the early morning bus (a four hour journey). She suggested that we call in at the airport on our way home. So, we did. The building, the size of a three bedroom bungalow, was in darkness. There was a telephone on the outside wall with a number to call for info'. A recorded voice informed us that the information desk would re-open at 3.30. There was no point in driving home in order to return within minutes, so we sat in the car, in an empty car park in the middle of nowhere for an hour and a half. At the appointed time a car drew up beside us. A lady waved and walked towards the building. We then had her undivided attention for at least 30 mins. There is no guarantee that the flight will operate on any given day. Mist, adverse wind conditions, poorly pilot...and the plane won't fly. Apparently, in such circumstances alternative arrangements are laid on to get people to where they want to be. Only thing is, we would then be relying on a taxi taking us to Glasgow, by which time, we would miss the on-going flight. Oh the joy of modern day travel on the West Coast of Scotland! So, the bus it will be going. Fly back to Campbeltown on the return trip. It's possibly quicker to travel to Australia. Except that's not where we wish to go.
is calling me now having got dgd to bed. She is going away with her daddy tomorrow for a few days, so is full of excitement. We've had such fun since I collected her from school, she thinks I'm a total nutter but I don't care 
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all ok really - well my head is fine - where there's no sense there's no feeling!! 
if anybody lives near enough to be in Northampton by 2-2.30 please pm me and just turn up. I have emailed round friends but of course it is short notice and nobody seems interested. (miserable bunch)
