The forum seems to be having a quiet moment which just about describes my state, being throughly spoiled by Loiseau and remembering the care given by those lovely masked nurses, particularly in the last stages before dodo and cutcut. I discovered the same phenomenon as with masked Arab ladies who are able to weave amazing stories, invitations and promises just with their eyes. The nurses even hold you hand as you drift off!
Now walking again, gentle stuff on the flat round the village, perhaps sleeping better and being pestered by the dog to throw her pig in the garden.
But glory of glories, had a guy round to service the satellite dishes and change the odd bit which means I finally have all the Freesat channels back again so can indulge even more and L. can watch Traitors in peace.
Have found that delivery people are more than happy to carry heavy objects into the house when they know one can’t, and that with a smile. That’s Colissimo, of course.
More whenever; meanwhile folks, how about some diary type postings, see what we are all up to?
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