I’m thankful you have your daughter to care for you grandmab, sleep tight.
We’re both shattered tonight. Mr C did all the driving to come home as I’m distinctly under the weather. Look like Rudolph on his brightest night, black circles under my eyes would indicate boxing I’ve not been doing, wobbling as I walk would imply a closer relationship with alcohol than I have. Hay fever? Cold? The infection? Antibiotic reaction? The jury is out, may be all four. I’ve an appointment in the surgery on Tuesday about another matter, if I’m no better will seek an opinion.
In spite of me being a distinct handicap we both enjoyed our two nights away. Had a very comfortable hotel stay as well as a pure nostalgia trip by coach around the Cotswolds, every turn had us reminiscing and yes, we did remember when.
Met a friend for coffee this morning, cleaned up my parents grave - it still floods, always mud to clean away - and made it home while the motorway traffic was moving. I’m very grateful to Mr C. A quiet weekend ahead.
Goodnight all, look after yourselves