Greetings from grey Lincs. Yet another warm, sunny, picnic weather holiday weekend. Not!
Happy to report my virus is receding but I'm still unbelievably tired and I wish I could get over that. I don't like feeling lethargic all the time.
LK's new cat treats arrived yesterday and she appears to love them. Well, she scoffs them and asks for more so let's hope they work; it's too early for any discernible improvement in the tear flow problem just yet but paws are crossed!
An odd thing happened this morning. We were sprawled in bed just after 8am with our mugs of tea, listening to the radio when the doorbell rang. Struggled into dressing gown and opened door to an apologetic young chap. Sorry to bother us but do we know the people who live at number 3, across the road? Not really, I said. We've met briefly and I took in a parcel for them once.
Ah, he said, so you wouldn't know if they're at home or not? Maybe gone away for the weekend?
Well, if I did know, I'd hardly tell a passing stranger, would I?
It turns out he was delivering a hire van and was supposed to put the key through the customer's letterbox but realised too late that he'd put it through the wrong box - number 3! He'd been banging on the door but getting no response and was now desperately wondering how and when he could get the key back. I dunno what's happening but the van is still parked forlornly across the road; I don't imagine the hirers are very happy and there's no sign of life at number 3 so they probably are away for the weekend.
Dita, how did OH get on with the consultant the other day? Any progress on whether and when he can have his op? And poor Dolly - a dog with toothache must be very miserable. And, boy, dentistry for pets is expensive. LK had a tooth removed about 5 years ago and we were living on gruel for a fortnight to pay for it!
Have a good weekend, everyone.