Hello to all our dear Kitcheners...it is sunny and the scene across the sea to the islands couldn't be lovelier.
Galen I'm feeling chuffed for you. How lovely to have a new grandson join the clan. I swear I can see the mighty big
spreading across your face.
By the way...my last message to you contained a grammatical error. It came to me (in the night) that I had said the cough makes me "wretch"...I should have said...retch. Isn't it crazy that such niggly things (spelling errors) can awake one from a deep sleep.
The cough continues to hack away. I do however feel very much brighter. I hope that you do too.
Charleyg Tara, like Rory, can manage with the utmost ease to make us feel "neglectful". If, for heaven's sake, Rory has to sit by the closed door for longer than it takes to twitch his tail...he goes into a full-blown strop. He believes that we should read his thoughts...
kitty May I have a generous slab slice of your mouth-wateringly delicious cake. Please. I've been visiting the ladies in the care home. A carer offered me a cup of tea and a scone. One of the ladies poured my tea into her half empty cup, and then helped herself to half of my scone. Having taken a big bite out of it...she offered me the rest. There were crumbs all over the place. 
Our neighbour (now resident in the care home) was wearing a woollen scarf, a lined jacket and a hat. He appeared to be over-warm. He barely spoke a word but, as I said farewell to him, he held my hand and thanked me for visiting. I was then taken to see another pal of ours who has lived in our village almost her entire life. Just after her 80th birthday, close to Christmas, she had a stroke. She recovered sufficiently to be transferred to the care home. About a fortnight ago, she had a further stroke. I didn't recognise her as she lay in a deep sleep on her bed. The care home manager told me that she is "slipping away". She is not in pain. She appears to be serene. The spark that was always evident whenever she was in company, has gone...
NanaandGrampy Whenever we were with our youngest grandson and his Mummy and daddy were at work, we had to be super-human to keep tabs on him. On one occasion he tried to climb up the chimney. On another, we couldn't understand why he had gone "quiet" and discovered him underneath the kitchen table, eating cat biscuits.
Now he's older and able to hold meaningful conversations. He bent down to show me a dried split in the hard-baked mud...he said..."a long-ago earthquake made this happen. Don't disturb it".
He's a very caring wee boy. He often speaks of the "peoples who need help" (refugees) and wishes he could make "happy things happen to them".