Hello to all Granspal Kitcheners. It's a trifle murky outside. I've therefore a day playing catch-up with indoor domestic stuff...polishing, ironing and faffing around with a squeegee mop.
If the rain clears this afternoon, I shall take some heavy duty garden sacks outside and stuff them to the "grim" with stuff I yanked up yesterday afternoon.
Galen 
Charleyg...ha! I also thought to myself, that Charleyg is keeping something quiet and doesn't want to share with us lot. Naturally, once I had read the following message, I was disappointed enlightened. 
dustyangel You were treated to a right royal birthday treat. Good for you. The owner of the restaurant did you proud. Service with a flashing Portuguese 
Tizliz Don't forget the [cupcakes] us lot will be waiting for dainty tasters later. I've already tucked a napkin into my blouse.
Your nephew must be a first rate gardener if he helping Chris B prepare for the Chelsea Flower Show. I've never attended the show. My pal in England makes a point of attending whenever she can. I imagine that it is a feast of colour and perfume.
Today...three letters arrived regarding the procedure that I'm to undergo sometime before June. That makes five in total during the past fortnight. I spoke to the secretary of the surgeon whose letter started with...'Dear soop, It was a pleasure to meet you at my clinic some time ago...' The date on which I attended the clinic was November 11th last year. Anyway, it was very friendly letter. Reassuring me that I shall undergo the procedure, under anaesthetic, some time before June.
As we live some distance from the hospital, I may need to stay over the night before (if it's an early appointment) in which case it would be in the Queen Elizabeth hospital. If the procedure takes place early afternoon, then it will be in the Glasgow Royal. Phew! What a kerfuffle.
Depending on what the surgeon discovers I may then need corrective surgery yet again.
What would our bags say...
All together now...Hey ho! 