A New Day

So the ‘ol man put his feet up for the day in hospital but is now back home. They have patched him up, sorted out his waterworks difficulty and sent him back home with a ‘bag for life’. I am sure you can imagine that he is thrilled about that.

On the one hand, of course, it is thrilling, because it will mean he can actually get a full night’s sleep. That may help his life on a daily basis – perhaps he won’t be so wobbly; maybe he won’t be so breathless; possibly he will be a bit more cheerful. Well, we can but hope.

The doctors have suggested that there’s no intervention available to help on the prostate cancer – an operation and radiology being out of the question – but they have a little pill that they may offer him in little while. When he sees the oncologist. Could be as soon as in six months….. gee, that soon, eh?

Meanwhile, I was back at the ranch beavering away with jobs before John got home. There was the washing to be done; the disability scooter to be put away after our jaunt in a country park on Monday; the old washing machine drum to be dragged into the porch ready for collection; the bedsheets to be changed; the pots to be washed, and so on. I didn’t quite manage to mend the drawer in our bedroom that had collapsed on me. Maybe tomorrow.

However, I did enjoy myself this morning when Pete and Dawn came round and we had a coffee. Lovely to see them and it lifted my spirits.

All for now. Take care everyone. God bless. Hope you all stay COVID-free – unlike Sue, whom we saw on Monday and we now hear has tested positive for the virus. Fortunately, she is symptom-free at the moment. Being entirely selfish, however, we are hoping we don’t succumb.

68,214 people tested positive for the virus today; 276 people died with it today; 1,196 people were admitted to hospital with it. And Boris has just announced it’s all over and no more mitigations are to be in place from February 21st. Well, if he says so, it must be true, mustn’t it?