I promised you lot that I would return to catch up with your newsy news. So much has been happening. You've all been kept busy.
Good to have you back, GandTea I was hoping that you hadn't gone on a long walkabout. When I saw the wee door in the tree trunk I thought...
so that's where he goes for rest and relaxation. Tyke!
As for your lapses of memory, I'm a little that way inclined when it comes to remembering characters in a book and, any drama that is over-complicated is a no-no. I'm still trying to figure out who was responsible for what in a recent TV series (the name of which escapes me) 
Galen Out of the mouths of babes...
Get crocheting pretty darn quick. Perhaps you'd better go on the boat trip first. Longing to hear how you and Bellasnana are slumming coping with all that laidback luxury. I do hope that you've packed the pearls.
dustyangel I knew that Bags would be able to help with naming the shrub. She's extremely well informed.
number It's a delightful spot. Deer, lambs, ducks and chickens. A wee paradise for young visitors. I happened across a scruffy dog. No collar and acting in a timid manner. I knocked on the doors of the two holiday homes. No response. Caught the eye of a chap about to drive his van away...he told me that the dog belongs to folk on the hill. the dog spends much of the day roaming around. It upset me. I'm easily bothered if I feel that an animal is looking less than happy.
Alea your garden is lovely.
Crafting and cornergran The sun continues to shine. I hope that you get your fair share.
NanaandGrampy Keep up the good work. You are both doing fine. Thank you for sharing your holiday adventure with us lot.
The care home visit was one of mixed blessings. M is convinced that someone she knows has died and that she's missed the funeral. No amount of reassurance from staff would convince her otherwise.
Our pal is back in his bed. He's awaiting results of a brain scan after his third (and worst) stroke. He believes that he's been on a long train journey. He also thinks that he's still in hospital. He asked his wife, 'do we still have a dog?' They do, but he couldn't remember the dog's name.
The little baby, Liam, who was murdered by his mother, is on my mind. Such wilful cruelty is heart breaking.
This morning, I received a phone call from a lady in the Glasgow hospital. She apologised for the fact that the guaranteed date of my procedure (June 12th) may not be met. The waiting lists are under serious pressure. I said that I understood. We're lucky to have the NHS. I shall continue to remain patient.
Ironing duty for my pal tomorrow. I shall return to our kitchen after lunch. If I've overlooked any messages, please bear with me.
Princess don't have them