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Good morning everyone on an overcast begining for 12th night here in the dark and dangerous north
Pie - oh dear @ianpspurs, such a disappointment after the splendid curry. Mrs Miggins decided that the crust was OK but could not get on with the filling. I felt the same but as a tight Yorkshireman, and with the aid of a good dollop of English Mustard, finished the lot. Body has take a turn for the worse and now the heel on my right foot has joined in the protest. I am now auditioning for the part of Igor in a remake of Dracula, Dead and Loving it. The Girl in the Bubble’s other grandmother has now tested positive (no symptoms though) so we are lumbered with her all week - how much fun can we squeeze out of that one.
A bit more colour to the sprayed paper today. Big hugs needed for all and sundry today and hope that today is better than yesterday. I shall drink koffy and contemplate the incline on the sofa.


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Good morning everyone on an overcast begining for 12th night here in the dark and dangerous north
Pie - oh dear @ianpspurs, such a disappointment after the splendid curry. Mrs Miggins decided that the crust was OK but could not get on with the filling. I felt the same but as a tight Yorkshireman, and with the aid of a good dollop of English Mustard, finished the lot. Body has take a turn for the worse and now the heel on my right foot has joined in the protest. I am now auditioning for the part of Igor in a remake of Dracula, Dead and Loving it. The Girl in the Bubble’s other grandmother has now tested positive (no symptoms though) so we are lumbered with her all week - how much fun can we squeeze out of that one.
A bit more colour to the sprayed paper today. Big hugs needed for all and sundry today and hope that today is better than yesterday. I shall drink koffy and contemplate the incline on the sofa.


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Sorry about the body and pie. I thought the pastry was a let down - better on the pork pie cold, hot isn't a nice thing- but I never had any expectations of the meat or pie - it is Keto and a pie so how was it ever going to be be a pleasure? It cleared the very low bar (subterranean actually) I have for those two but we are all different. Made JKP happy to think I was eating something vaguely "normal." It is stodge, keto stodge but stodge, so well worth the money for me but I see your point. I once had a fascinating experience with another "professional Yorkshireman" in Fortnum and Mason. He ordered iced coffee and seemed genuinely amazed it was, well, absolutely as described.:banghead: Thanks for the art and take care of that body and GITB.
 
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Good Morening Ladies and Gentlemen and those with 6 toes, 2 heads and read a bit of Douglas Adams, totally absurd books, in their own way highlighted the total insanity of trying to make any sense of life as we know it….wow two, to or too science fiction and fantasy references in one sentence. Hats of on or off to @ianpspurs and @jjraak for picking up on all we can do is try to raise a smile on a strangers face irrespective of our own personal circumstances. Me, me’s hope all those suffering in whatever way, shape or form find a successful resolution.
A straight 6 on that meter that has a mind of it’s own….

Mrs J this morning informed me that the three phrases of mine that she hates are in no particular order “Right”, “Now” and “I’ve been thinking”. After 40+ years of marriage Mrs J is entitled to listen, but the bit that gives me trouble is the total destruction of all my good intention's
Stay safe all.
 
Good morning everyone on an overcast begining for 12th night here in the dark and dangerous north
Pie - oh dear @ianpspurs, such a disappointment after the splendid curry. Mrs Miggins decided that the crust was OK but could not get on with the filling. I felt the same but as a tight Yorkshireman, and with the aid of a good dollop of English Mustard, finished the lot. Body has take a turn for the worse and now the heel on my right foot has joined in the protest. I am now auditioning for the part of Igor in a remake of Dracula, Dead and Loving it. The Girl in the Bubble’s other grandmother has now tested positive (no symptoms though) so we are lumbered with her all week - how much fun can we squeeze out of that one.
A bit more colour to the sprayed paper today. Big hugs needed for all and sundry today and hope that today is better than yesterday. I shall drink koffy and contemplate the incline on the sofa.


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Wonderful colour and sprayed paper @dunelm
Gentle hugs for the pain.
And for the rest of it all.
 
Fbg 12.9
Why?
I will explain in a bit...

Long post. You need a coffee/tea, a pot if you are going to read this. Otherwise ignore this post...

My day went like this.
1. Tunnel refused my Fast Tag, it has plenty money on it. But tunnel booth lady waved me through.
2. Parking car. My usual safe place (where I always park for hospital appointments) but it didn’t feel so safe any more. But nowhere nearer to leave it.
3. I go in shop, and come out. My car is surrounded by police cars. Panic. But it wasn’t for me, fortunately. I see an incident team and a scientific team (on their stainless steel briefcases). TJ’s was open so I go in there for a bit. TJ’s was called the Poor Man’s shop in the 70’s (that’s what J told me, he worked there). It has gone very downhill. No one in there. I needed the loo. Escalators were not working. Notice to say go in lift. Lift was held together by clear sellotape. I press the lift button. I get electric shock. I still need a loo. The lift buttons outside and inside were held together with sellotape. I jab lift button repeatedly with my walking stick. I get in. Toilet is upstairs, but lift voice says Going Down. Panic from me. Can’t tell if lift is moving. Doors open, it is next floor up. I got off, another woman got on. There is only down for lift at this point. But as doors close I hear lift say Going Up. She panics, shoves her hands in the doors, opens them, gets out, looks at me. Her face confused. She jumps in again, obviously is pressing the Down button inside. Lift distinctintly announces in a loud voice Going Up. Panic on the woman’s face again but she doesn’t get her hands in the doors in time. I stand by the lift wondering about this imaginary destination the lift says it is going to, and wonder where the woman is going to, but the lift button from the outside indicates the lift is going down and not up.

Old lady outside the restroom, too scared to go in by herself. I go in with her. The plasterboard on the walls have been kicked in and broken plasterboard on floor.
Some toilet doors ominously closed (that was a big safety issue many years ago with TJ’s).
3. Then when I left TJ’s there was a man eyeing me. He was begging outside TJ’s. I went back to car. Police had gone. I got in car and drove to find another parking space, but there wasn’t any. So I came back to the original space and I needed to get moving to get to the hospital in time.
I nearly abandoned my hospital appointment to drive back home at this point. But in hindsight glad I stayed.
I couldn’t see the man again. but I am looking round to check.

Then up London Road I suddenly turn round and same beggar man is walking up behind me. There is a low brick wall to the side of me, so I sit down to look him in the eyes, I don’t want my back to him. I am half way to the hospital by now. He nods and says Hello to me, and walks past.

I cross road. He carries on walking other side of road. He walks faster than me. I am slowly pushing my walker. He then sits on the pavement opposite the hospital in beggar mode.

4. Hospital was heaving outside, ambulances backed up, no chance of social distancing. A row of the burliest policemen I have ever seen, in full gear across the entrances. I turn away and go to the fruit and veg stall at the side and buy a couple of things. Courage back up again, I walk through them. Security guard stops me asks if I have appointment. I say yes.

Inside is the busiest I have ever seen this hospital. I go to St Paul’s eye dept. I am worried I am going to come home with Covid, but I am here now.

Next 3 hours was the impossibility of communicating as a deaf person with everyone wearing masks and more. I am waving my name plaquard above my head every time I see a nurse come out and call a patient and no one gets up. Even hearing people were obviously having problems. Because of the earlier thing with the beggar, I was on hyper alert anyway. So this becomes a test/exam, go back to waiting room, waving my name placard until beckoned again. And so on. I think every blinking person in the hospital knew my name by the time I left, but at least I didn’t miss my turn like many others appeared to.

Then I am sent to imaging. But the patients were rather cramped in that waiting area. And the lady doing the imaging wore a hijab, an NHS mask and a clear contraption clamped tightly to her head, no obvious supply of oxygen to her. There were people waiting before me, and hijab lady would come out and say something totally indistinguishable that every one looked wide eyed at each other. The hijab lady would go back in and come out with another name, and everyone looked at each other. No one had a clue what she was saying. At this point I am waving my name placard at her everytime she comes out. Everyone looks at me in astonishment. The hijab lady beckons me. I have obviously got in before these other poor hearing people. I explain I am deaf, but no concessions are made, and I am in the dark as to what is happening. I have pen&notebook but she motions me to sit down and put chin and forehead on the rest. She gets impatient with me. I don’t have a clue what I am meant to be doing. But she gets agitated and a bit frustrated with me every time I blink. Okay, so I am not meant to blink each time this red line is travelling around my eye. I get that figured out. She looks much happier with me and her eyes are smiling at me. But I don’t have a clue what she is telling me to do next. So, I go along the labyrinth of corridors back to reception and tell them I have had imaging. Reception guy knows me and my name without me telling him by now. Motions me to sit.

Arm waving again with my name placard. The other patients look very tired by now (but I still have adrenaline going), and many are looking wide eyed at the nurses coming out and calling names they cannot hear (most would normally have a friend/relative/carer with them, but this is impossible to accommodate in the current situation, what comes to my mind is Zager&Evans 2525, the b&w film).

A guy comes out, beckons me, and guides me to his room. And is first person to take off his mask. He asks me if that is okay, and I ask him if I can take mine off. At last I can breathe more easily. He is the eye doctor. More investigations by him personally, he studies the imaging on his computer. No signs of glaucoma, the laser treatment in 2019 has worked well. There had been debate at the time as to how to proceed with me, and when the eye doctor then reported to his boss, his boss had said no give her a different procedure. But I was called back in again and the eye doctor examined me again, and insisted to his boss this was the way he wanted to proceed. I am clueless. But it turns out that 3 years later I had the best possible procedure and treatment. More discussion of change of meds (which I am going to have to fight my non-existent GP for, mine is a doctorless GP surgery) and stuff. He is sending me a copy patient letter so I know what I have to push for. And I come back in a year. This eye doctor gave me all the time in the word. We talked about diabetes and loads more stuff. And he gave me loads of good advice and stuff I can get and do myself. He made me feel good about my eyes.

5. I leave the hospital about 3 hours later (that was good timing considering the Covid crisis). And the nurses are incredibly short staffed. They went over and beyond in every way to keep everything running despite adverse circumstances. Lady with the hijab and clear mask clamped to her face needed an assistant to bring patients into her. She was protecting herself and working in very difficult circumstances. I could see the patients backing up as I left her.

The burly policemen had gone from outside the hospital.

The beggar was still sitting on the cold pavement in the same spot over the road. I needed a pastie before I came home. I paid for it by cash, because I wanted the change, and needed to look him in the face. So, this was the guy that appeared to be following me earlier. I stopped in front of him, and asked if he wanted small change. He looked up at me and then put out his hand and said thank you. I studied his face. It was non descript, and his eyes were no colour at all. You wouldn’t remember him, but I do. Then he said A Happy New Year to you. And I said the same back. and walked away. I checked behind me but he stayed where he was.

6. I’ll be home in an hour I thought. Not to be.
First the fast tag refused to work for the tunnel again. Toll lady waved me through.

On the expressway, 15 minutes from home. It is dark, we have rainstorm and then hail. Traffic stops. Found out later it was a car on fire ahead. But nothing moved for well over an hour and a half. My fuel tank is running low, using a lot of fuel. (My legs are also cross legged but I managed to hold on).The stop start system doesn’t kick in. I toggle the switch but it over rides me each time to OFF. There was nothing I could do but leave the engine running. I am over tired by now, by feet are feeling clumsy. I cannot afford to lose concentration. I need food, but have none by now. All these going home people around me must be really feeling it too. I pray for everyone to stay calm in this gridlock. I pray for me, our vehicles, for each and every person. The gridlock traffic calms down and stops edging towards a space which is not there, and the traffic becomes more patients. I know I have some glucose tablets in the car door. Lime. So I eat them one by one, slowly. I have finished half the tube by the time I get home safely. Not good for my blood glucose but it kept me alert.

Hence Fbg 12.9 this morning.
I will get this down today.

The NHS is amazing.
I have to say this.

Sorry for this long post.

My creative painting comes later...
 
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5.0 this morning. Sisters sons have been staying with her to support her during this sad time. One has now tested positive.

Sister is negative but will isolate for 7 days to keep everyone safe.
Such a wretched time for her and family

Good to have the comfirt of her son's .

Hope if the positive is confirmed, it's of the mildest form and passes asap.

Hugs the caring on the sidelines is still rough and takes its toll.

Warmest of hugs to all,
May the memories of his time with them
Fill some of the huge void he will have left

Xxx
 
Fbg 12.9
Why?
I will explain in a bit...

Long post. You need a coffee/tea, a pot if you are going to read this. Otherwise ignore this post...

My day went like this.
1. Tunnel refused my Fast Tag, it has plenty money on it. But tunnel booth lady waved me through.
2. Parking car. My usual safe place (where I always park for hospital appointments) but it didn’t feel so safe any more. But nowhere nearer to leave it.
3. I go in shop, and come out. My car is surrounded by police cars. Panic. But it wasn’t for me, fortunately. I see an incident team and a scientific team (on their stainless steel briefcases). TJ’s was open so I go in there for a bit. TJ’s was called the Poor Man’s shop in the 70’s (that’s what J told me, he worked there). It has gone very downhill. No one in there. I needed the loo. Escalators were not working. Notice to say go in lift. Lift was held together by clear sellotape. I press the lift button. I get electric shock. I still need a loo. The lift buttons outside and inside were held together with sellotape. I jab lift button repeatedly with my walking stick. I get in. Toilet is upstairs, but lift voice says Going Down. Panic from me. Can’t tell if lift is moving. Doors open, it is next floor up. I got off, another woman got on. There is only down for lift at this point. But as doors close I hear lift say Going Up. She panics, shoves her hands in the doors, opens them, gets out, looks at me. Her face confused. She jumps in again, obviously is pressing the Down button inside. Lift distinctintly announces in a loud voice Going Up. Panic on the woman’s face again but she doesn’t get her hands in the doors in time. I stand by the lift wondering about this imaginary destination the lift says it is going to, and wonder where the woman is going to, but the lift button from the outside indicates the lift is going down and not up.

Old lady outside the restroom, too scared to go in by herself. I go in with her. The plasterboard on the walls have been kicked in and broken plasterboard on floor.
Some toilet doors ominously closed (that was a big safety issue many years ago with TJ’s).
3. Then when I left TJ’s there was a man eyeing me. He was begging outside TJ’s. I went back to car. Police had gone. I got in car and drove to find another parking space, but there wasn’t any. So I came back to the original space and I needed to get moving to get to the hospital in time.
I nearly abandoned my hospital appointment to drive back home at this point. But in hindsight glad I stayed.
I couldn’t see the man again. but I am looking round to check.

Then up London Road I suddenly turn round and same beggar man is walking up behind me. There is a low brick wall to the side of me, so I sit down to look him in the eyes, I don’t want my back to him. I am half way to the hospital by now. He nods and says Hello to me, and walks past.

I cross road. He carries on walking other side of road. He walks faster than me. I am slowly pushing my walker. He then sits on the pavement opposite the hospital in beggar mode.

4. Hospital was heaving outside, ambulances backed up, no chance of social distancing. A row of the burliest policemen I have ever seen, in full gear across the entrances. I turn away and go to the fruit and veg stall at the side and buy a couple of things. Courage back up again, I walk through them. Security guard stops me asks if I have appointment. I say yes.

Inside is the busiest I have ever seen this hospital. I go to St Paul’s eye dept. I am worried I am going to come home with Covid, but I am here now.

Next 3 hours was the impossibility of communicating as a deaf person with everyone wearing masks and more. I am waving my name plaquard above my head every time I see a nurse come out and call a patient and no one gets up. Even hearing people were obviously having problems. Because of the earlier thing with the beggar, I was on hyper alert anyway. So this becomes a test/exam, go back to waiting room, waving my name placard until beckoned again. And so on. I think every blinking person in the hospital knew my name by the time I left, but at least I didn’t miss my turn like many others appeared to.

Then I am sent to imaging. But the patients were rather cramped in that waiting area. And the lady doing the imaging wore a hijab, an NHS mask and a clear contraption clamped tightly to her head, no obvious supply of oxygen to her. There were people waiting before me, and hijab lady would come out and say something totally indistinguishable that every one looked wide eyed at each other. The hijab lady would go back in and come out with another name, and everyone looked at each other. No one had a clue what she was saying. At this point I am waving my name placard at her everytime she comes out. Everyone looks at me in astonishment. The hijab lady beckons me. I have obviously got in before these other poor hearing people. I explain I am deaf, but no concessions are made, and I am in the dark as to what is happening. I have pen&notebook but she motions me to sit down and put chin and forehead on the rest. She gets impatient with me. I don’t have a clue what I am meant to be doing. But she gets agitated and a bit frustrated with me every time I blink. Okay, so I am not meant to blink each time this red line is travelling around my eye. I get that figured out. She looks much happier with me and her eyes are smiling at me. But I don’t have a clue what she is telling me to do next. So, I go along the labyrinth of corridors back to reception and tell them I have had imaging. Reception guy knows me and my name without me telling him by now. Motions me to sit.

Arm waving again with my name placard. The other patients look very tired by now (but I still have adrenaline going), and many are looking wide eyed at the nurses coming out and calling names they cannot hear (most would normally have a friend/relative/carer with them, but this is impossible to accommodate in the current situation, what comes to my mind is Zager&Evans 2525, the b&w film).

A guy comes out, beckons me, and guides me to his room. And is first person to take off his mask. He asks me if that is okay, and I ask him if I can take mine off. At last I can breathe more easily. He is the eye doctor. More investigations by him personally, he studies the imaging on his computer. No signs of glaucoma, the laser treatment in 2019 has worked well. There had been debate at the time as to how to proceed with me, and when the eye doctor then reported to his boss, his boss had said no give her a different procedure. But I was called back in again and the eye doctor examined me again, and insisted to his boss this was the way he wanted to proceed. I am clueless. But it turns out that 3 years later I had the best possible procedure and treatment. More discussion of change of meds (which I am going to have to fight my non-existent GP for, mine is a doctorless GP surgery) and stuff. He is sending me a copy patient letter so I know what I have to push for. And I come back in a year. This eye doctor gave me all the time in the word. We talked about diabetes and loads more stuff. And he gave me loads of good advice and stuff I can get and do myself. He made me feel good about my eyes.

5. I leave the hospital about 3 hours later (that was good timing considering the Covid crisis). And the nurses are incredibly short staffed. They went over and beyond in every way to keep everything running despite adverse circumstances. Lady with the hijab and clear mask clamped to her face needed an assistant to bring patients into her. She was protecting herself and working in very difficult circumstances. I could see the patients backing up as I left her.

The burly policemen had gone from outside the hospital.

The beggar was still sitting on the cold pavement in the same spot over the road. I needed a pastie before I came home. I paid for it by cash, because I wanted the change, and needed to look him in the face. So, this was the guy that appeared to be following me earlier. I stopped in front of him, and asked if he wanted small change. He looked up at me and then put out his hand and said thank you. I studied his face. It was non descript, and his eyes were no colour at all. You wouldn’t remember him, but I do. Then he said A Happy New Year to you. And I said the same back. and walked away. I checked behind me but he stayed where he was.

6. I’ll be home in an hour I thought. Not to be.
First the fast tag refused to work for the tunnel again. Toll lady waved me through.

On the expressway, 15 minutes from home. It is dark, we have rainstorm and then hail. Traffic stops. Found out later it was a car on fire ahead. But nothing moved for well over an hour and a half. My fuel tank is running low, using a lot of fuel. (My legs are also cross legged but I managed to hold on).The stop start system doesn’t kick in. I toggle the switch but it over rides me each time to OFF. There was nothing I could do but leave the engine running. I am over tired by now, by feet are feeling clumsy. I cannot afford to lose concentration. I need food, but have none by now. All these going home people around me must be really feeling it too. I pray for everyone to stay calm in this gridlock. I pray for me, our vehicles, for each and every person. The gridlock traffic calms down and stops edging towards a space which is not there, and the traffic becomes more patients. I know I have some glucose tablets in the car door. Lime. So I eat them one by one, slowly. I have finished half the tube by the time I get home safely. Not good for my blood glucose but it kept me alert.

Hence Fbg 12.9 this morning.
I will get this down today.

The NHS is amazing.
I have to say this.

Sorry for this long post.

My creative painting comes later...

What a resourceful and resilient lady you are and what a blessing that original eye doctor was. Take care.
 
Fbg 12.9
Why?

Inside is the busiest I have ever seen this hospital. I go to St Paul’s eye dept. I am worried I am going to come home with Covid, but I am here now.

Next 3 hours ....

Nightmare scenes, @gennepher

Mine similar, sadly

The huddle of expectations as various artists, appear to announce the next winner of "what procedure are YOU getting "

A fun game , where you get to move in and out of depts, to just be returned again to whence you were, to wait some more, in a vague 3 card trick to make you think your moving forward or making progress in some meaningful way.

Awful with just the bog standard level of background noise, through add in the occasional mask, the clear shields and of course the projection abilities of said individual, ranging from RSM down to mouse, the difficulty levels ramp up nicely.

Can't see how. Anyone vaguely deaf, let alone severely so, it isn't just a skeleton we get to see, at the end of one of those sessions

One sense taken away, a supersense, added..telepathy maybe ;)

Sad but understandable, we have to be wary , but glad beggar guy ended on a positive note .

:)
 
Nightmare scenes, @gennepher

Mine similar, sadly

The huddle of expectations as various artists, appear to announce the next winner of "what procedure are YOU getting "

A fun game , where you get to move in and out of depts, to just be returned again to whence you were, to wait some more, in a vague 3 card trick to make you think your moving forward or making progress in some meaningful way.

Awful with just the bog standard level of background noise, through add in the occasional mask, the clear shields and of course the projection abilities of said individual, ranging from RSM down to mouse, the difficulty levels ramp up nicely.

Can't see how. Anyone vaguely deaf, let alone severely so, it isn't just a skeleton we get to see, at the end of one of those sessions

One sense taken away, a supersense, added..telepathy maybe ;)

Sad but understandable, we have to be wary , but glad beggar guy ended on a positive note .

:)
Hey you!
More hugs and prayers for you @jjraak
I will go with telepathy.
But eyes always on the alert, looking, darting here and there.
Assess body language of all about for clues.
Most people were sitting scrolling their phones and wondered why in that particular situation they were missing stuff.
The guy next to me in the waiting room lost his temper and began ranting. His friend came in. Tried to calm him. But it ended explosively and he stormed out.
The feeling state of the waiting room was much better when he had gone.
So, always alert, then you won't be surprised.
Preferably with your back to a wall...
 
I'm not usually a fan of memes but I do like Ted Naiman - anyone who is ok with @Krystyna23040 is good enough for us plebs. So here are a few Naimemes to help you along the rocky, winding and frankly insane D eating road. The 3 attached are my favourites. They make Elsie as easily understandable as I've found. For me, not pleasant/easy to eat (yet?) but very clear in a way I don't find in Fung and co - just me maybe. There is no way I'll ever eat 164-7 gms protein a day without protein shakes. Keto food "cheat" days are my Deal with the very Dark Side. I can buy Keto foodstuff I will eat (homemade efforts have mainly been heartbreaking and wasteful) - some I really enjoy (how does anyone do crunch and LC except pork scratchings/crackling?) since there is no erythritol - I detest the taste of that stuff. The commercial world has cottoned on to Keto much quicker than it has Elsie. Hope it helps someone and today's theme is helping others.
 

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@gennepher
Wow, what a saga, glad you got a positive response from your clinic visit and also you finally managed to get home. Thought…..the expression “ don’t let the illegitimate grind you down “ well you are a shining example to us all.
 
Difficult start to the day reading posts from @SlimLizzy @gennepher @Krystyna23040 and last one yesterday from @Jojo85. Very tempting to cup one's head in one's hands and scream where is the love? @jjraak nails it eloquently
Where is The love? - it is there, right there and it is nothing short of a miracle. Out of all the endless possible reactions people so often chose those and no one seems surprised.
MIL is 92 today but in September she was in the same situation as your dad @SlimLizzy. No two situations are ever the same but there are always examples of hope. @Krystyna23040 how awful but maybe useful for your sister to have her sons there and have one to care for - in a COVID secure way- to help occupy the mind and help heal the wound slightly. @gennepher and @jjraak your stories of life in hospitals unnerves me slightly with upcoming appointments but echoes everything close family involved in the NHS have been saying throughout the whole COVID business, Y'all don't need to go reading the bible or pray just do as @jjraak saw and you've covered everything important IMHO. Swipey's still waiting for my MOTs - first one today.
Best wishes for MIL's 92nd birthday@ianpapurs. My birthday is tomorrow-Epiphany. After a long time debating whether to take the decorations down on 5th or 6th my dear dad passed away on 5th so today is full of flashbacks and sadness, not appropriate for tinsel etc. On the positive side my dad was looking forward to my birthday as I was born on his younger sister's birthday so I shall remember him with happy thoughts tomorrow. I hope your MIL enjoys her day. Best wishes to you all. :)
 
Best wishes for MIL's 92nd birthday@ianpapurs. My birthday is tomorrow-Epiphany. After a long time debating whether to take the decorations down on 5th or 6th my dear dad passed away on 5th so today is full of flashbacks and sadness, not appropriate for tinsel etc. On the positive side my dad was looking forward to my birthday as I was born on his younger sister's birthday so I shall remember him with happy thoughts tomorrow. I hope your MIL enjoys her day. Best wishes to you all. :)
Thank you on behalf of my MIL. No3 son and entire family have COVID and were all here Christmas day so JKP took her a cake, card and present but did not go in. Our external decs came down Monday and internal yesterday. Truth be told I would have taken them down Boxing Day and I'm usually such a fan. So sad about the timing of your dad's death. Enjoy your birthday you deserve some celebration - safe and low carb. That sounds like an oxymoron but you know what I mean.
 
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Hi,
Daughter seeing patients at a walk in centre today. I hope they have the triage sorted?

Friend from Lincoln 83 going to Tenerife for 2 weeks in ten days time with his wife, she is waiting for colonoscopy before she goes.

I guess I must be too careful but with the riding the wave, its seems risky.
HIs attidude....well weve both had three jabs!

Derek
 
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