Post 397: My Hip Joints Click Like They Dislocate.
After yesterday’s fooling around in the mizzle I have to thank you readers for your replies. You nailed it with the advice that I should get on to the practice manager to let he/she/it know th...
Post 396: Rainy Days and Tuesdays Always Get Me Down.
The miserable clouds with their miserable mizzle set me up for a miserable day — and firstly, the miserable time at the doctors.
The waiting room was busy and, as I waited with the kids co...
Post 395: Posts and flushes.
On a day where my Darling was at work I felt I should try and think more seriously about a book based on my blog posts, I thought it was a good idea to let the computer do the hard work.
Let me tell you what I found out...
Post 394: Coffee catch-up and a mighty hike.
What can I say about the restful day that starts the week in such a nice way?
Although I have let my duties slip, I did grab a small piece of paper, sketch and write a few words on it and tape it to my D...
Post 393: The water hose and in and out of the shed.
Why do some days go like clockwork and others go even better?
Ha ha, had you there.
When my Darling came home from work frazzled but stubbornly sticking to a plan she must have had in her mind a...
