Sunday after Dave had gone to work, the builder who'd done our bricking up came round, ( Read more... )
Weigh-in Monday night ( Read more... )
Back home and refreshed, did some serious pruning of the Apothecary's Rose, ( Read more... )
Then, after planning an early night, got attacked by a story. ( Read more... )
Tuesday morning once Dave was home: dig up and pot rose and rhubarb. In fact it rained and we got no builder, but at least my plants are safe, and the rhubarb decided to split, so I have a root for tattercoats
to try again.
Then off to the doctor to get the results of my bloodtests. It seems that everything is boringly normal, and my blood pressure is down lower than we've seen it for years. Still need to get that liver scan done, though.
Tuesday evening - backswording. ( Read more... )
Wednesday - evening off, Dave was on days, so home. And knackered (he's been working silly hours for far too long).
This is Thursday. Builder's back today, he and his son arrived just as I was leaving.
The assorted gears and motors and things for my BUA arrived yesterday. ( Read more... )
Plans for tonight: hug my husband.
Plans for Friday: LondonGlorantha pub-meet in the evening, ( Read more... )
Plans for Saturday: go to see Anthony and Cleopatra ( Read more... )
Plans for Sunday: might go to an extra back-swording session, might not.