Good morning all from a sunny Glasgow, where it is 12°C.
The usual Saturday morning is in store, bulletin and Website to do.
I have not been at church all week, I am trying to be sensible.
Yesterday, I tried to get out early, to go to M&S foodhall, before it got busy. By half past nine, it was heaving. Many people were buying nibbles etc., obviously planning to entertain. Baubles 😉
Some of you may remember my disastrous hair cut, which left me looking like a convict. That was eight weeks ago and I haven't been brave enough to find a new hairdresser after thirty plus years. I was quite depressed about it.
I popped into Superdrug and noticed they had a beauty salon and on a whim, asked if they did walk ins.
There had been a cancellation, but they could only do a dry cut. That was good enough for me.
The hairdresser was so kind, when I explained what had happened. She was shocked at how badly my hair had been cut. It will take a few cuts to remedy the mess, but I was delighted.
On leaving the shop, I heard my name being called.
What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be resting.?
It was the senior receptionist from the surgery, accompanied by her family, including her son, whom I had taught.
He had been a difficult pupil, but I had a soft spot for him.
His father and wife insisted I have my photo taken with my former pupil. They were also accompanied by their grandsons, the children of another son, whom I also taught.
The receptionist continued to reprimand me for not taking care of myself, when I was so unwell, I explained, that I must seize every moment I can. Life is far too limited for me and I must make the best of every moment .
I came home on a high, but began to feel unwell. Suddenly, I had an attack of vertigo and my antibiotics are making me so nauseous.
I slept all afternoon. 😪
In the evening, I like to wander round the garden, when it is cooler.
DH's golfing partner's wife called me over, she was in a terrible state. Her DH's bone narrow transplant has failed and she is broken, as are we all. She does not cope with stress at the best of times. It was such a difficult conversation. 😪
GM, we experienced difficulty, trying to pay for our roof work the other day. We had to jump through hoops to pay the roofer. However, I was just glad, that the bank was so vigilant, especially as DH messed up. No surprise there. 😉
DH has suggested takeaway tonight. I heartily agreed, for neither of us have an appetite and I am struggling, especially as my claw like left hand is refusing to co-operate!
Have a pleasant Saturday. Best wishes to all my fellow mountaineers. ♥️