My feet are warm. I know it’s August, but it has been so fucking miserable so far this summer that that in itself is quite unusual. I have tracky bottoms on mind you, and t shirt nightie and hoody top, but even so this summer the fact that I’m wearing all that but no socks and still my feet are warm is something in itself.
It’s also Friday night which is a bonus. No work tomorrow, bottle of wine and a lie in.
I’ve done some dead heading – the trailing troughs and the clematis. Fingers got all sticky and stained red and blue. I’ve fed the troughs too, it really pays off.
Rachel’s Dad has had his operation and is hallucinating on tramadol
“Dad had a tramadol last nite and has been hallucinating all nite and most of the day!! Talking about purple tree’s and a man’s head on his table. Not supposed to be funny but I found it amusing lol!”
No Harry potter then lol?” – My mum had a heart by pass 6 months ago and had me nearly convinced that JK Rowling or an acolyte had been doing Harry Potter readings in the ward day room.
“No just clouds with claws coming to get him lol!”
“Bless”.
Oven’s on for goat’s cheese on garlic pizza bread.
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