I'm sure you have reassured MrsP, pompa (that Wobblybits' nickname, newbies) and I hooe all goes well.
MrB flew down to London for a few days this morning. Left at 0530 and when I came down the back door was wide open. Fortunately it doesn't matter security-wise, but the temperature was very low this morning.
Minibags and I are both at home which, on a normal Monday morning, we wouldn't be but she woke with a migraine and went straight back to bed and back to sleep so this time she avoided the up-chucking part. She's okay now but she's having a day off school not least because I'm not in a fit state to drive twelve miles round the loch to get her there.
I'd normally be out at a day centre helping with some knitting but my common cold infection and a few bits of fruit and nuts affected my guts in the same way as preparation for a colonoscopy does. TMI already, I daresay!
In other news, two old ladies appeared. No-one except people delivering things and missionaries bother to walk up our hill on the bumpy track so I said no thanks and shut the door. They were even walking really slowly going downhill. Gotta admire the dedication, but still no thanks. Oh wait! We've had one politician in the ten years we've been here (a local council, independent candidates; the local butcher's dad). Normally it's just the postman and other deliverers.