Update

[lexin]

I’m having one of “those” months.

I have had to replace:
My doorbell,
My upstairs toilet, and now
My dishwasher.

Delivery of the dishwasher is Monday, and I’m hoping they don’t have trouble with my stairlift or my curvy stairs.

In other news

I had to go to Ysbyty Gwynedd to have an MRI and it took much longer than my previous experience of one. Still, now done and I may get a result before the symptoms return.

Plus

This morning my sweet Opal was twisting round my ankles, and I nearly trod on her. She’s forgiven me as long as I keep the cuddles and treats coming.

Plus

Mild excitement: my Auntie Peggy has published a slim volume of her poetry, all about her life as a Yorkshire woman. In case you’re interested in reading it, her name is Peggy Mortimer. I do warn you that many of the poems are in Yorkshire dialect. I can just pick my way through some of them.

Thanks to the poems I discovered that I had three Great Uncles, who died in WW1. Their names were Ralph, Fred and John. Why did no-one mention it before?

Comments

[watervole]

I lost two great uncles in the war on my father's side. I suspect some died on my mother's side, but her dad was one of around 20 children (widower with kids married widow with kids and had more), so we we couldn't keep in touch with all of them - though my mother used to take us to visit half a dozen or so whenever we were in Somerset!