A beautiful, sunny and peaceful day in Kintyre. Greetings one and all.
We often meet a lovely gentleman in Campbeltown when we pop into the Royal for coffee. He's been married for a very long time and his wife has been very poorly for at least the last ten years. He has been her sole carer. He rarely had a full night's sleep, as his wife wished to do the housework during bedtime hours. We have seen him utterly exhausted, in tears, doing the weekly shop in Tesco and the GP finally endeavoured to have the dear lady sectioned. He was distraught. Dear lady had a heart attack and was airlifted to Glasgow where she remained in intensive care for a time. She rallied. She was moved to the high dependency ward and continued to improve. Her overall well-being is being "assessed" in a hospital in Kintyre. She may remain there for six weeks. Guess what? Her dear husband misses her terribly...he can't sleep because there is NO disturbance (hoover sounds and shifting of furniture) during the night. He dreads going home because she isn't there to give him orders. He confesses to feeling totally lost and alone. He says that he cannot begin to feel happy until she's back home and he once again continues the daily routine of caring for her.
Where Is Greta Thunberg These Days?
Aah! I could definitely stamp and shout at the moment!
Craig and Lindsay Foreman end their hunger strike in prison in Iran.




I’m glad I’m not the only one who is under orders from a dd at times, my personal physio terrorist can be a tough cookie!

