Morning all from a gloomy, wet and very cold Derbyshire. It had the nerve to snow yesterday, tut, anyone would think it's almost Christmas. Thankfully it wasn't much here and didn't stay long. It's sent the itis-ometer sky high :/
I have the strangest dreams. Last night I was a detective and had two hours to solve a crime...a very expensive stolen speed boat. I was working under cover in a big hotel, trying to weed out the guilty party. Time was running out when I looked through a window into the hotel next door, noted the unusual wooden floor and sent someone to start lifting it up. Voila! One hidden boat...job done...and I got to have a fling with a young handsome man. I think I'll submit my script to the beeb now that George Gently's finished. :)
Oh shaney, I hope you're feeling better, falling shakes you up and bruises take ages to heal when you're over...erm....50. I do my utmost to be careful, my family are as worried about me falling as I am...don't think they want me moving in with them while I recover.
If I feel dizzy and I'm going in the garden I use the sweeping brush as a stabiliser :)
I thought Flaminal was a book by Ricky Gervaise, haha.
Hope the rest of you and yours are ok.