Post 398: Another Gulp of Oramorph Spells Danger ️
I got up for the hungry horror downstairs — no, not my Darling, silly. Mr Vicious.
I’m trying to teach an old cat new tricks.
It’s only the “away” command to kee...
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...
