Good morning everyone on a perfectly silent start to another weekly spin round the sun.
5.9 this a.m. due mainly to half of something sticky and full of prune purée. We finished eating well before 7 last night so the inside story has had loads of time to get with the program.
The Ninky Nonks (Chaos and Mayhem) turn eight today but as it’s a school day all the fun and games took place yesterday.
Girl In The Bubble still has a rash and although the doctor says it’s of no concern and she herself is not concerned either, school is taking no chances - so, grandparents again. Which will be nice as she can help Mrs Miggins decide upon the final two candidates to replace her sofa which for some strange reason has become so uncomfortable and simply must be addressed and placed in pole position on the must do list of activities and well above anything gardening - which is a surprise. Still, I know nothing of lists - forsaking them forever on the day I retired from the labour of earning. Rather , I now glance at stuff unfolding and think, “how interesting, move along”.
Art bit - a couple of thin trees maybe.
Hope your day is dotted with joy. I shall make koffy and bath in the wonder of my prescription pills all aligning on the exact day printed on the back of the blister packs.