Hey thanks Greta8. My daughter is back from three months travel on Monday and somehow I just can't get ready for her 'welcome home'.
I've done her bed, made sure all her post is on her dressing table - just got to put her Easter Eggs out! Not doing flowers in her room, she left them to rot last time as young people do! I haven't planned a big lunch, she's coming into Newcastle from NZ at 12 noon, normally she crashes into bed after long haul. The nice thing is that her brother is collecting her as he is now working as a taxi driver - I was going to have to get her a taxi anyway as I can't drive on the motorway now, so he'll get the fare
I'm really suffering with breathlessness with this cold, I've just come in from weeding the drive - well, trying to weed it. The weedkiller killed most of the weeds, but I have clumps of grass and I wasn't strong enough to dig them out. I threw out the lawnmower as it had rusted and pay someone to do the lawn, he's coming on Monday, and said he will also help me with the weeding. Do feel for my friend who's always puffed because of her asthma.
Now I'm changing agent, I'm going to try to be a lot less anxious. I was thinking about it today and it was appalling that she shared my private thoughts with the prospective buyer. She was horrified I asked for a reduction in her commission, I asked if she would as his offer was so low. I suppose it is good it happened, something worse could have occurred later down the line.
Off to feed puss cat, have a nice evening!