Good morning Mick, Beechnut Aggie and all those who post , while I write my daily novel.
It's a tad chilly here in Glasgow. -1 degree.
I'm off out early to a rheumatology appointment, where I'm sure the consultant will insist on increasing my medication dosage. I have resisted for months, using the side effects of my heart pills as an excuse.
These are the ones that there is a shortage of, so I don't know how that will pan out. ?
I'm hoping for a steroid injection in my hand, it's throbbing, but I think I may have had too many already this year.
It will be a stressful journey in town in the rush hour , where I will constantly saying to DH, Bus lane, bus lane BUS LANE!!!.
Anyone who has driven in Glasgow, will tell you how difficult they are to avoid.
I had a lovely catch up with my two friends last night, we have known each other since our children were toddlers.
Much to my annoyance, they got me home early, as I had an early start. I could have sat with them for hours.
It used to be me, who organised everyone.
We used to wander home at all hours, having put the world to rights.
True to form, I had a little escapade at the shops yesterday.
As I opened my car boot, a heavy Bag for life flew out , blew under a car and wrapped itself between the wheel and the axle.
Three things concerned me: The car was spanking new, it was parked beside a big puddle and if the driver drove away, the bag would become entangled in the axle. ?
I tried to get down to move it, but it was stuck fast.
As there was no sign of the driver, I had to get down on the ground, push my walking stick under the car and try to dislodge it. Eventually after much huffing and puffing and a good few expletives, ? I managed to dislodge it.
Unfortunately I couldn't get back up again! ?
It serves me right for not waiting for DH to come with me.
Sending best wishes to all who have worries or are unwell and of course thinking of our dear Gilly and her husband, .