Just another day here, I did manage a lie in until 10.30, no entry phone blasts from newspaper or other delivery, nor House manager checking if all the residents are still alive. The swelling on me right foot has gone down enough to get me slipper on and I can almost walk without a stick. The view out the window is dark, dank and miserable.
Roll on tomorrow when I may be able to put the radio on without endless carols.
Bah Humbug at maximum. At least I have food and warmth and a PC. Who knows, I may even get my annual call from a cousin in Taunton; nothing from 4 kids, dozen grandkids and at least half a dozen great grandkids that I know of.