Hello my darlin's. Back home and supping coffee. I watched the 75th commemoration of the D-Day landings as I ironed. My word, I am humbled and grateful in equal measure by the reminiscences that were shared - some for the very first time.
A letter penned by a sixteen year old French resistance fighter, to his mother, on the morning he was to be executed, will remain forever etched on my memory.
ann A funny story to share with you...
When we lived in Cornwall - a long time ago - I had been having treatment from a chiropractor for chronic back pain. It was suggested that I lay on a hard surface and my husband try to "stretch" me. *MacSporran belted me to the collapsed ironing board (in the entrance to our hallway) and was about to do the deed when a neighbour dropped by. There was I, shackled to the ironing board and rendered speechless when I saw her bewilderment. 
n&g, I greatly suspect that piddling scenario would happen here if my old boy was required to provide a sample! Late Birthday greetings to the lovely Sam, he’s a handsome chap indeed.
callgirl, how lucky am I to have more than one daughter who tells me what to do? panache the advice from doodle sounds very sensible indeed. It’s very hard to decide what to keep and what to let go, especially when time is of the essence. It’s draining emotionally and physically, thinking of you as you do the best that you can with it all.
Sorry your back is troubling you Ann, back pain is so disabling. You’ve been going through a huge amount of physical and emotional stress and it all takes it’s toll. Years ago I used to run a group for carers, so often they their own health issues surfaced following a bereavement. Please take good care of yourself now, as you did of your dh for so long.
Beautiful roses corner, when I was younger I really didn’t care for them but as time has gone on they’ve grown on me so to speak and I really love them now.
soop I hope stopping the medication has a beneficial effect, you’re already sounding a bit more like yourself... maybe that visiting kitty is working his magic!
greyduster, I know that tv scenario oh so well. It’s not a new phenomenon in queenieland. A few years ago we were staying at our sons to look after the 2 girls while he took their mum away for a few days for her 40th. When they left our gd, about 3 at the time, was absolutely distraught. I told her all about the lovely fun we had planned for them but the tears continued. Eventually through the sobs I managed to understand what she was actually saying, “I’m not crying because my mummy has gone away. I’m crying because grandpa doesn’t know how to work our television”. Out of the mouths of babes...
Well we had a really lovely time at our friends 70th at the weekend. I’m not always the best at parties but it was just so good to see so many folk I’d not seen for ages, not least my very good friend. We’re now enjoying a few days on the beautiful Dorset coast.
Dear ~*Cooper*, these piddling things are sent to try us. I was asked to pee in a dish and tansfer some into a small pot. I did the deed, poured the contents down the loo, flushed and realised that I had nothing to take back to the nurse. 
Charleyg Tara's fans are truly relieved to hear that she is displaying signs of being more like her usual feline self. Indoors when she wishes. Outdoors when she chooses. Sleep and fuss-times in equal measure inbetween. Yay!
anno Am I correct in thinking that I read of your challenging upcarpeting session? Someone posted something very similar. It was long ago. Way back in the early days of our gatherings in the kitchen.
MacSporran has made me a fresh cup of tea. He also mentioned that the clay court was being prepared for commencement of the tennis match.
Until I return home tomorrow, I shall leave you with the usual 
TOYA and 
A deluge of rain is about to stop play at Roland Garos. The sky is ink-black. Federer and Wawrinka have returned to the locker rooms. All the spectators have to find some suitable shelter. Hence, I'm back with you all in our kitchen. Aren't you lucky...
Brodie, our the feral cat, has visited the outside wee chalet and licked the dish clean two nights on the run. By the time the outside light alerts me and I stagger from my bed to the window, he has moved on. He pushes the dish as deep into the chalet as he can and the light is triggered as he sneaks away into the forest.
The care home visit to see our pal was upbeat, in spite of not being able to fully understand all that he says, he's in good spirits. The lady that I visit upstairs, had thrown a wobbly. She was recovering in her room. I visited her there and we agreed that, if she was to be taken into the sitting room, she needed to calm herself down. She has had a very serious stroke which leaves her frustrated beyond measure when she cannot articulate her feelings. By now, she'll have joined the other residents. It's very rare for her to be confined to barracks.
The appointment with the optician went well. I've had one cataract removed. The second is "ripening". The drops insered into the eyes during the examination cause a bit of problem when walking in strong sunlight. I felt inebriated and wobbly on walking to the care home. I most certainly was not under the influence.
For four days I've not taken Letrozole. It's too soon to say whether or not I shall feel more upbeat after a fortnight. The breast care nurse will advise me, depending on the outcome, when she phones.
It's ironing duty day tomorrow. I shall be able to watch tennis throughout. That is a bonus. The time passes pleasantly enough when I have a distraction. 
Oh dear! I remember the horror I felt on moving day when I had a call from the estate agent telling me that the buyer wanted me to remove the carpet from hall, stairs and landing. A friend came to help and together we managed this awful job. With hindsight I think I should have told them to lump it, but in moments of stress, you don't think of these responses.
Panache, it's good to see you back in the kitchen. I hope your DH gets a favourable report from the bone scan. Do you have any help with the kerfuffle of planning and moving?
It was a warm, muggy morning and now it is raining steadily. I should really go out and bring in the bins! My good neighbour who would normally do it is off on holiday. Tomorrow I am off to Scotland until Monday. 
Panache Such a lovely tribute to your dear husband. To have a truly caring partner is beyond price. I know! Keep thinking positive thoughts because you will move into your new apartment and you will bless the day you made the brave decision to do so. 
annsixty Back pain is one of the most debilitating buggerations. Like GrannyGravy and many others, I also hope that you find relief as soon as possible.
corner Bravo! Three pairs of comfortable shoes. I call that a result.
Beautiful golden roses. Do they have a strong perfume? I find that the humble wild rose (dog rose?) has the most intoxicating scent.
N&G Wishing darling Sam a very woofy sixth birthday. I love his expressive puppy dog eyes. Cuddles coming up.
I shall return to see what's happening on court. I shall almost certainly return before too long. Unless, of course, the match is one of those marathon events.
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