A most agreeable Spring day here. We went to church, then came home to the ragu and Italian wine we didn't have the other day. After that I went to the polling station with Captain Pyjamas (Paris mayoral election). If you take your child they let them put the envelope in the box, which the Captain quite likes. We spent the rest of the afternoon pulling up weeds in the garden. It's been so mild and wet that it was looking distinctly junglish. I am going to count votes later. I find it quite fun in a geeky sort of way.
I'm in a rather odd need of spiritual guidance. I heard via Farcebark today that the former Dean of Belfast, who got rid of David (not before causing him rather a lot of stress), has died.
I can't mourn his loss, but I wouldn't emulate Trump's utterly vile response to Mr Mueller's death either. I shall pray for his wife and family (whom I didn't really know), but I think it would be insincere of me to pray for his soul. If Heaven is a "place of many mansions", then I hope he's in a different one from David.
So far I've followed my mother's advice: if you can't say anything nice, say nothing.
No, you are being human. I understand your reservations, and I think you are quite appropriate in making a quick prayer for his family.
I agree with that.
It's been another sunny day here and our local church holding services only twice a month we accordingly went to a church in a nearby town, where a couple of people we know go. Mr Nen was in a youth group with the wife several decades ago in Kent. The people there made us very welcome - so many people stopped us to chat after the service we almost missed the coffee (and I was desperate for a cup by then).
We spent the afternoon chasing boxes and furniture round the house in an effort to make at least a couple of the rooms look more like a place people live in and less like a collection of storage units. We succeeded in the (large) lounge and now have one end of it set up with sofa and TV and the other end with two armchairs and coffee table looking out of the front (large) windows - which have new curtains which we're very pleased with.
I agree with @Sandemaniac as well @piglet.
Glad you are settling in nicely @nenya and glad you are finding welcoming churches in your new neighbourhood.
My husband came home just before 1.00 having been trying to sort out the Meeting House's Wi-Fi which he succeeded in doing. We then set of for the transport museum. My husband was thinking of taking his photography 'out and about' group to it, but fascinating though it would be to old car and bus geeks it wasn't very photogenic. It wasn't really my thing either. I like the social history side of transport and can spend hours looking at old timetables, facts about the different classes of vehicles and the engines they had, not so much. We had time afterwards to go to a local garden centre to buy some plants to fill a gap where things have either died or been moved and some ericaceous compost so I can pot up the camellia our son bought me for Mothering Sunday.
I was intending to serve a Nice Meal for his return. Having found mixed beef and pork mince not long ago, I wanted to make a proper ragu sauce cooked for four hours.
Would love your ragu recipe.
Had a distinctly better quality pasta Bolognese when we stayed for a week in Bologna. It seems that our local bolognese offerings are just trading on the name, rather than the cuisine/cucina.
If I may back up the thread to Piglet, some good advice I heard from a good friend who is a social worker (and a Christian), forgiveness shouldn't necessarily be a reflex action. We need time to work through the debris and allow healing to begin before we reach the point where we can forgive genuinely, which may take considerable time. Like Piglet, I have instances in my own life where this has not been easy and continues to test me.
I have kept two reflections on forgiveness which can be of help, though I don't say they are the last word, and there are some situations where people have found them not enough.
Forgiveness
by Gordon Atkinson
Forgiveness is the healing of wounds caused by another. You choose to let go of a past wrong and no longer be hurt by it. Forgiveness is a strong move to make, like turning your shoulders sideways to walk quickly on a crowded sidewalk.
It’s your move.
It really doesn’t matter if the person who hurt you deserves to be forgiven. Forgiveness is a gift you give yourself. You have things to do and you want to move on with your life. You can’t forget, of course. That’s not even possible. But forgiving has nothing to do with forgetting. You should remember everything and learn from it. Forgiving is a goodness in the middle of remembering.
Above all, forgiveness is a series of choices you make.
You choose not to seek revenge or fantasize about it. You choose not to talk badly about the person who hurt you or wish evil for them. You choose to let go of your anger and not to feed upon it. Shedding anger takes time and practice, so you begin by choosing to move in that direction. If you are strong enough you can choose to wish that person well.
If these choices seem impossible to you, you might start by choosing to pray for the person who wronged you. And it’s completely okay to pray for someone even if you don’t think God exists.
You should be quiet about your forgiveness, except with close friends. If you need to tell the story, you have not fully arrived. Choose not to tell the story until you no longer want to.
One last thing. Forgiveness does not always lead to a healed relationship. Some people are not capable of love and, in fact, feed on conflict and enjoy causing pain in others. Be prepared to let go of some relationships as you let go of your anger. Wish them well and let them go their way.
Whatever happens, always remember that forgiveness is good food for your soul.
Nora Amath
Ramadan Reflections Day 9
As a young girl, my parents always reminded me that Ramadan is a month of forgiveness. And I remembered asking my dad, always the philosopher, how I could forgive when the harm was so great and the hurt still so raw. I will never forget his words.
He asked, "How much of that hurt is controlling your life?"
I replied, "A lot."
And he continued: you are at least aware that the hurt you’ve been carrying has begun to take up too much space inside you. Some wounds stay tender because they mattered... forgiveness doesn’t deny that. It simply asks whether holding on is still protecting you, or slowly weighing you down.
Ramadan softens the heart just enough for honesty to surface. But the month doesn’t necessarily ask you to forget. It asks you to notice what remembering has cost.
In our tradition, forgiveness isn’t erasure. It’s release. It’s choosing not to let the past keep its hand on your shoulder. And this applies inwardly too, to the versions of ourselves we haven’t forgiven, long after God already has.
Forgiveness isn’t weakness. It’s a quiet strength. It doesn’t always lead to reconciliation. Sometimes it simply means putting down a weight you were never meant to carry alone.
In the stillness of Ramadan, forgiveness becomes less about letting someone else off the hook,
and more about freeing your own heart to breathe again.
@LatchKeyKid I use this recipe from the Washington Post, and yes, this sort of luxurious, slow cooked sauce is an entirely different beast to basic canteen bolognaise.
The idea is to cut the vegetables as small as you can, so I use a grater for the onion and carrot. It's a bit of work for the first hour, but after that you just need to give it a stir now and again and it mostly looks after itself. Using a mixture of pork and beef definitely gives you a better result than beef alone IMO.
I’ve been on a cookery tour of Bologna. As a vegan/vegetarian I didn’t have the ragù but the things I could eat were amazing. A city I need to go back to.
I’ve a day with nothing on, though I do need to get out for a walk and buy something for tea and make sure I’ve read the agenda properly for a meeting I’m chairing later in the week.
I'm in a rather odd need of spiritual guidance. I heard via Farcebark today that the former Dean of Belfast, who got rid of David (not before causing him rather a lot of stress), has died.
I can't mourn his loss, but I wouldn't emulate Trump's utterly vile response to Mr Mueller's death either. I shall pray for his wife and family (whom I didn't really know), but I think it would be insincere of me to pray for his soul. If Heaven is a "place of many mansions", then I hope he's in a different one from David.
So far I've followed my mother's advice: if you can't say anything nice, say nothing.
Am I being bitter and unforgiving?
Piglet, you're right on point about praying for those who grieve him..
Forgiveness isn't simple. The shift for me came when somebody who had behaved unforgiveably towards me came to see me face-to-face after an unexpected phone call, sat down and apologised without excusing himself, simply saying how sorry he was and how he regretted his behaviour. That made forgiveness not just possible but easy.
The thing here though is that he behaved badly towards David who is not able to forgive him and that is what he has to live with.
Sarasa, I misread your post and wondered why you were wandering around nude!
Now that would cause a stir in my neighbourhood. Mind you the town was once owned by Lady Godiva so perhaps there is a precident.
I didn't managed to nab a spot for Pilates this morning and I really didn't fancy Legs, Tums and Bums that looks a bit too full on for me. Instead I went for a loop of the town. Across the Market Sqaure, through the cemetery and then back via a walking/cycleway on an the site of an old railway line.
This afternoon will include gardening, knitting and generally enjoying I don't have to be anywhere this evening.
Made the effort to get to the U3a Art Group as it's the last of the term. I hadn't been going, not wanting to carry heavy cross-body bag after surgery. But I want to get back next term, chemo permitting.
Anyway, nice Japanese lady taught us origami. I can do boxes, envelopes and a crane - though I dare say I'll have forgotten by tomorrow.
Mr F off for treatment, hoping they can also provide pain relief as he had that worst combination of a racking cough (parainfluenza) and sore ribs.
I hope the medical people can get some relief for Mr F's pain, @Firenze . I must look into what happens on the U3a front around here. Tomorrow evening I have a potential diary clash (go me ) as it is the monthly book group and also, I believe, the fortnightly church house group. I had decided on the house group as it's likely to be something Mr Nen and I do together but I need to find out where and at what time it's happening. I've left a message on an answerphone; no reply yet.
This afternoon we had our first official visitor at the New Nen Chateau - one of our friends has a singing lesson locally and called in afterwards for a cup of tea, bearing a card and flowers and cream cakes. She can definitely come again. We have great ideas of starting a visitors' book for this new house and have a nice one all set up. It's in a box. When we find it we've assured her we'll save a page for her to write in retrospectively.
I did a casserole in the slow cooker for tea and there's enough left for tomorrow as well so that will be an Easy Cooking Day for Nen.
It's definitely much chillier here this evening but I'm hoping to get in the garden tomorrow.
Sarasa, I misread your post and wondered why you were wandering around nude!
I'm so glad it wasn't just me!
After a cool but dry start to the day, it was raining by the time I was coming home, and has continued ever since. I made a sausage-and-potato tray-bake for supper, which was quite nice, and with a tweak or two could be really nice.
Nothing in the daytime diary this week, though I am waiting in for a delivery, and also to find out which day my son is coming over, so it is tricky to make any plans.
But evenings are busy. Tonight is a choir committee meeting, in person rather than online. I know I will be under continuing pressure to become Secretary. Both Treasurer and Secretary are finishing in May, after years of very competent service. I wish I could say the same of the Chair.
I'm very technologically savvy and quite an early adopter but I still use a paper diary. I left my diary at my son's last week and I'm lost without it!
When I get it back I'm going to put everything on my calendar so that if I lose it I'm not quite so stuck in the future.
I just can't get on with online diaries, I have no idea why.
Today so far has been a houseworkey sort of day. This afternoon, physio.
Mr Boogs is at my son's helping to build an under stair storage solution.
I've got a diptych painting I want to start but I'm procrastinating here on the Ship.
I woke up this morning, looked at the clock, got up and got dressed. It was 5.30am which is just the right time for a swimming morning. Except ... when I got downstairs and put on the light (which I hadn't done earlier so as not to wake my wife) I found I'd misread the clock and I was an hour too early. Fortunately I soon got back to sleep in the armchair and finally ended up at the pool a few minutes late!
My wife had had me pull out the TV and clean behind it; later I used the vacuum cleaner to put away some bedding in airtight bags, then did our middle floor and both staircases. Downstairs will get done tomorrow.
Dull, grey, and windy in Arkland the Dusty today, but at least it's dry. Pilates was OK - not too much in the way of muscle soreness yet! - but I expect I'll feel the effects tomorrow.
Because I have two large potatoes which need eating, some left-over uncooked sausages in the freezer, and a tin of beans in the larder! I actually like the onion gravy but Herself (Who Must Be Obeyed) prefers the beans.
I marked a couple of stray essays this morning and then spent the afternoon working on my dissertation. After almost 6 weeks of concentrating on my marking instead it was getting rather neglected but most of my afternoons are free this week so I am hoping to finish the current chapter by the weekend. Today I transferred my tutor’s feedback and made plans to address it and planned the next section (the development of therapeutic approaches to mental health treatment in the late eighteenth century).
Tea here is also sausages but I am not sure what I will do with them. Possibly toad in the hole.
I'm very technologically savvy and quite an early adopter but I still use a paper diary. I left my diary at my son's last week and I'm lost without it!
When I get it back I'm going to put everything on my calendar so that if I lose it I'm not quite so stuck in the future.
I just can't get on with online diaries, I have no idea why.
Today so far has been a houseworkey sort of day. This afternoon, physio.
Mr Boogs is at my son's helping to build an under stair storage solution.
I've got a diptych painting I want to start but I'm procrastinating here on the Ship.
I'm the same: reasonably tech savvy but I'd be lost without my paper diary. I think for me it's partly because I plan best when I can handwrite- when I was teaching I always planned on paper then typed it up to be uploaded onto the school system.
I still have a paper diary as it is useful to just go in my office and pick it up to see if I have a work appointment/tutorial rather than switch my computer on and go through the multiple log ins. But my work diary (which is the bulk of my need to know dates) is integrated into my work email system and Teams, and I use it to plan my time and make to do lists. I am now so used to it I seldom look at the paper diary, and I manage my few social engagements from memory. But then, my work life is wholly online anyway; I teach, mark, communicate, meet, study and even phone people on my desktop computer, so having my diary online makes sense.
Oops. Husband en rouge fell down a kerb and sprained his ankle quite badly. He hasn't broken anything, fortunately, but he's hobbling around on crutches, and is also under my feet after being signed off work for a week. On the upside, he decided he needed a morale boost, so we went (slowly) to a local brasserie for lunch. Roast chicken and CHIPS for me.
@LatchKeyKid I use this recipe from the Washington Post, and yes, this sort of luxurious, slow cooked sauce is an entirely different beast to basic canteen bolognaise.
The idea is to cut the vegetables as small as you can, so I use a grater for the onion and carrot. It's a bit of work for the first hour, but after that you just need to give it a stir now and again and it mostly looks after itself. Using a mixture of pork and beef definitely gives you a better result than beef alone IMO.
I can't see all of the recipe as I do not have a subscription.
Do you have an offline copy?
I would be grateful if you could provide it.
Poor Husband en rouge I hope it heals quickly, but going out for lunch is always a good thing so I hope that cheered him up.
I spent the morning helping to clean up the central bit of our town as part of the Great British Spring Clean. The Town Clerk and I were pulling up weeds, and sweeping up cigarette butts with gusto and I managed to walk nearly 7k in the process.
We had the first rain in ages this evening which is good as our new water butt needs filling.
My sympathies to husband en rouge too; I did something similar a few years ago - went over my ankle into a pothole, but didn't actually fall over - and the ankle still gives me occasional gyp.
Cooler and intermittently wet here, although I managed to dodge most of the wet bits.
Pasta with prawns and green things for supper, because use-by dates.
One of the best things we ever did was to start using Google Calendar. We share a calendar but I also have my own personal one, for the things my wife doesn't need to be bothered with (mostly reminders to do financial transactions and such stuff). I can access it on my phone, laptop or tablet. We've even recently added our daughter to the joint calendar, so that we can coordinate things like meals out.
For our trip to Canada, I've set up a separate calendar so that we should never get confused about which days we are travelling.
@LatchKeyKid I use this recipe from the Washington Post, and yes, this sort of luxurious, slow cooked sauce is an entirely different beast to basic canteen bolognaise.
The idea is to cut the vegetables as small as you can, so I use a grater for the onion and carrot. It's a bit of work for the first hour, but after that you just need to give it a stir now and again and it mostly looks after itself. Using a mixture of pork and beef definitely gives you a better result than beef alone IMO.
I can't see all of the recipe as I do not have a subscription.
Do you have an offline copy?
I would be grateful if you could provide it.
If you search for Remove Paywalls, you should find a site that enables you to paste in a website address and it gets you around paywalls. It's the only way I can read articles in the Guardian, Independent and New York Times.
Sorry to hear about Husband en rouge and praying for patience for you this coming week @la vie en rouge .
I can't do without a paper diary either. I did try to go digital and took all the advice - go cold turkey, don't try to run the two concurrently - but I just couldn't manage it. I was part of a small group at the time and all the others had digital diaries. Some of them occasionally missed or forgot a meeting. I never did. Just saying.
Here in the Wilds of Wet and Windy Wiltshire, I did some gardening this morning, wandered around the house helplessly looking at everything that still needs to be sorted and after an early tea Mr Nen and I sallied forth to the church house group that meets fortnightly just down the road.
@LatchKeyKid I use this recipe from the Washington Post, and yes, this sort of luxurious, slow cooked sauce is an entirely different beast to basic canteen bolognaise.
The idea is to cut the vegetables as small as you can, so I use a grater for the onion and carrot. It's a bit of work for the first hour, but after that you just need to give it a stir now and again and it mostly looks after itself. Using a mixture of pork and beef definitely gives you a better result than beef alone IMO.
I can't see all of the recipe as I do not have a subscription.
Do you have an offline copy?
I would be grateful if you could provide it.
If you search for Remove Paywalls, you should find a site that enables you to paste in a website address and it gets you around paywalls. It's the only way I can read articles in the Guardian, Independent and New York Times.
@la vie en rouge. Sorry to hear about Husband en rouge. I hope he recovers quickly.
I hope this doesn't sound too much of a "me too", but a couple of days ago I heard a terrible crash and cry from the other end of the house. Bathroom? No. Bedroom? No. Spare bedroom - LKKspouse sprawled and in tears over a half dismantled bed. Bruised legs and big toe. Shins with cuts. She was more concerned that she'd broken a plantation shutter she fell into. Today she has recovered her composure, but has black and blue calves and feet, and scabs where the cuts happened.
We have a joint Apple Calendar which is useful as we are both out and about at various meetings and events during the week. There is sometimes confusion when we’re not sure who is doing what. @Nenya , I do have to check carefully when I enter things as it is very easy to put things down for the wrong day. @LatchKeyKid i hope your wife recovers quickly, that sounds painful.
It’s Wednesday so we’re off walking with the Ramblers today. Rain has been forecast but it is nice and sunny at the moment.
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I can't mourn his loss, but I wouldn't emulate Trump's utterly vile response to Mr Mueller's death either. I shall pray for his wife and family (whom I didn't really know), but I think it would be insincere of me to pray for his soul. If Heaven is a "place of many mansions", then I hope he's in a different one from David.
So far I've followed my mother's advice: if you can't say anything nice, say nothing.
Am I being bitter and unforgiving?
I agree with that.
It's been another sunny day here and our local church holding services only twice a month we accordingly went to a church in a nearby town, where a couple of people we know go. Mr Nen was in a youth group with the wife several decades ago in Kent. The people there made us very welcome - so many people stopped us to chat after the service we almost missed the coffee (and I was desperate for a cup by then).
We spent the afternoon chasing boxes and furniture round the house in an effort to make at least a couple of the rooms look more like a place people live in and less like a collection of storage units. We succeeded in the (large) lounge and now have one end of it set up with sofa and TV and the other end with two armchairs and coffee table looking out of the front (large) windows - which have new curtains which we're very pleased with.
Nen, good to hear you're beginning to get your feet under the table in your new place, and people are being friendly and welcoming!
It was a bonny day here, but apart from taking the washing to the laundry I didn't really appreciate it.
It being Lent, we had Compline this evening, at which I sang the office.
Haggis from the chippy for supper as I haven't been shopping yet.
Glad you are settling in nicely @nenya and glad you are finding welcoming churches in your new neighbourhood.
My husband came home just before 1.00 having been trying to sort out the Meeting House's Wi-Fi which he succeeded in doing. We then set of for the transport museum. My husband was thinking of taking his photography 'out and about' group to it, but fascinating though it would be to old car and bus geeks it wasn't very photogenic. It wasn't really my thing either. I like the social history side of transport and can spend hours looking at old timetables, facts about the different classes of vehicles and the engines they had, not so much. We had time afterwards to go to a local garden centre to buy some plants to fill a gap where things have either died or been moved and some ericaceous compost so I can pot up the camellia our son bought me for Mothering Sunday.
Would love your ragu recipe.
Had a distinctly better quality pasta Bolognese when we stayed for a week in Bologna. It seems that our local bolognese offerings are just trading on the name, rather than the cuisine/cucina.
The idea is to cut the vegetables as small as you can, so I use a grater for the onion and carrot. It's a bit of work for the first hour, but after that you just need to give it a stir now and again and it mostly looks after itself. Using a mixture of pork and beef definitely gives you a better result than beef alone IMO.
I’ve a day with nothing on, though I do need to get out for a walk and buy something for tea and make sure I’ve read the agenda properly for a meeting I’m chairing later in the week.
Piglet, you're right on point about praying for those who grieve him..
Forgiveness isn't simple. The shift for me came when somebody who had behaved unforgiveably towards me came to see me face-to-face after an unexpected phone call, sat down and apologised without excusing himself, simply saying how sorry he was and how he regretted his behaviour. That made forgiveness not just possible but easy.
The thing here though is that he behaved badly towards David who is not able to forgive him and that is what he has to live with.
Now that would cause a stir in my neighbourhood. Mind you the town was once owned by Lady Godiva so perhaps there is a precident.
I didn't managed to nab a spot for Pilates this morning and I really didn't fancy Legs, Tums and Bums that looks a bit too full on for me. Instead I went for a loop of the town. Across the Market Sqaure, through the cemetery and then back via a walking/cycleway on an the site of an old railway line.
This afternoon will include gardening, knitting and generally enjoying I don't have to be anywhere this evening.
🤣🤣🤣🤣
Can I refer you to Genesis chapter 7?
Anyway, nice Japanese lady taught us origami. I can do boxes, envelopes and a crane - though I dare say I'll have forgotten by tomorrow.
Mr F off for treatment, hoping they can also provide pain relief as he had that worst combination of a racking cough (parainfluenza) and sore ribs.
Dang, I won't be able to resist looking now.
This afternoon we had our first official visitor at the New Nen Chateau - one of our friends has a singing lesson locally and called in afterwards for a cup of tea, bearing a card and flowers and cream cakes. She can definitely come again. We have great ideas of starting a visitors' book for this new house and have a nice one all set up. It's in a box. When we find it we've assured her we'll save a page for her to write in retrospectively.
I did a casserole in the slow cooker for tea and there's enough left for tomorrow as well so that will be an Easy Cooking Day for Nen.
It's definitely much chillier here this evening but I'm hoping to get in the garden tomorrow.
I'm so glad it wasn't just me!
After a cool but dry start to the day, it was raining by the time I was coming home, and has continued ever since. I made a sausage-and-potato tray-bake for supper, which was quite nice, and with a tweak or two could be really nice.
But evenings are busy. Tonight is a choir committee meeting, in person rather than online. I know I will be under continuing pressure to become Secretary. Both Treasurer and Secretary are finishing in May, after years of very competent service. I wish I could say the same of the Chair.
When I get it back I'm going to put everything on my calendar so that if I lose it I'm not quite so stuck in the future.
I just can't get on with online diaries, I have no idea why.
Today so far has been a houseworkey sort of day. This afternoon, physio.
Mr Boogs is at my son's helping to build an under stair storage solution.
I've got a diptych painting I want to start but I'm procrastinating here on the Ship.
My wife had had me pull out the TV and clean behind it; later I used the vacuum cleaner to put away some bedding in airtight bags, then did our middle floor and both staircases. Downstairs will get done tomorrow.
MELTY CHEESE for tea.
I marked a couple of stray essays this morning and then spent the afternoon working on my dissertation. After almost 6 weeks of concentrating on my marking instead it was getting rather neglected but most of my afternoons are free this week so I am hoping to finish the current chapter by the weekend. Today I transferred my tutor’s feedback and made plans to address it and planned the next section (the development of therapeutic approaches to mental health treatment in the late eighteenth century).
Tea here is also sausages but I am not sure what I will do with them. Possibly toad in the hole.
I'm the same: reasonably tech savvy but I'd be lost without my paper diary. I think for me it's partly because I plan best when I can handwrite- when I was teaching I always planned on paper then typed it up to be uploaded onto the school system.
I can't see all of the recipe as I do not have a subscription.
Do you have an offline copy?
I would be grateful if you could provide it.
I spent the morning helping to clean up the central bit of our town as part of the Great British Spring Clean. The Town Clerk and I were pulling up weeds, and sweeping up cigarette butts with gusto and I managed to walk nearly 7k in the process.
We had the first rain in ages this evening which is good as our new water butt needs filling.
Cooler and intermittently wet here, although I managed to dodge most of the wet bits.
Pasta with prawns and green things for supper, because use-by dates.
For our trip to Canada, I've set up a separate calendar so that we should never get confused about which days we are travelling.
If you search for Remove Paywalls, you should find a site that enables you to paste in a website address and it gets you around paywalls. It's the only way I can read articles in the Guardian, Independent and New York Times.
I can't do without a paper diary either. I did try to go digital and took all the advice - go cold turkey, don't try to run the two concurrently - but I just couldn't manage it. I was part of a small group at the time and all the others had digital diaries. Some of them occasionally missed or forgot a meeting. I never did. Just saying.
Here in the Wilds of Wet and Windy Wiltshire, I did some gardening this morning, wandered around the house helplessly looking at everything that still needs to be sorted and after an early tea Mr Nen and I sallied forth to the church house group that meets fortnightly just down the road.
Now about to crawl into bed.
Thanks. I hadn't heard of that.
I hope this doesn't sound too much of a "me too", but a couple of days ago I heard a terrible crash and cry from the other end of the house. Bathroom? No. Bedroom? No. Spare bedroom - LKKspouse sprawled and in tears over a half dismantled bed. Bruised legs and big toe. Shins with cuts. She was more concerned that she'd broken a plantation shutter she fell into. Today she has recovered her composure, but has black and blue calves and feet, and scabs where the cuts happened.
@LatchKeyKid i hope your wife recovers quickly, that sounds painful.
It’s Wednesday so we’re off walking with the Ramblers today. Rain has been forecast but it is nice and sunny at the moment.