Morning all..oooh it's chilly, but bright 'n sunny. I wasn't chilly in the night, I woke up with the mother of all night sweats, grrrrr. It's not often I have one that bad...luckily I didn't need to do a sheet job, my pj's were absorbent so I just ripped them off and slept (not very well) as I was....ooh, I say!
My old neighbour who had a stroke and went into a home earlier this year has passed away. It's a relief for her family I think, and a release for her, she never showed any sign of recovery...she was very independant and would have hated being like that, we all would. I miss her and it's sad looking at her garden as the flowers fade.
Jude I hear so many people say they'd never been near a hospital and suddenly it's a second home!...hope they're doing the trick for you, I'm sure they are.
No neti, now shaney's on a roll it'll be like living in Nutwood, life in verse until we fall into this year's grotto...if we have one??
Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness,
Close bosom-friend of the maturing sun;
Conspiring with him how to load and bless
With fruit the vines that round the thatch-eves run;
To bend with apples the moss'd cottage-trees,
And fill all fruit with ripeness to the core;
To swell the gourd, and plump the hazel shells
With a sweet kernel; to set budding more,
And still more, later flowers for the bees,
Until they think warm days will never cease,
For summer has o'er-brimm'd their clammy cells.
I'm good aren't I? :o)