Suffering

So, off I go to Bristol to see Dad, do a bit of housework, get him out and about etc., having left Keith in reasonable health and what happens? No sooner have I driven down the road and round the corner than he goes and gets himself what he calls a cold, but which is actually doing a very good imitation of a chest infection.
You can't leave the man for five minutes!
"Off to the doctor's in the morning," I say.
"Oh, I'll be fine by tomorrow," he replies.
Somehow, I think not.

Hidden camera - Old Women Crossing



Just had to share this, posted by Daphne on her Facebook account .  
This is what I may be doing to brighten the day in my twilight years...
in addition to wearing purple, of course.

Pain relief

As I am in Bristol and Keith is still at home, I have emailed him this bit of research for when his legs are giving him trouble pain-wise.
No doubt he will tell me if it works.... or not!

Notice me!


Claire has been for a short visit and here is Paddy, ever ready to snatch the opportunity of a bit of stroking ...
but not succeeding just yet!
 

No words needed

Yesterday was a spending day. Not in a huge way but it was quite satisfying all the same.
First I found some curtains for the living room which were a bargain, then, the bit between my teeth, I found and reserved online a new TV stand and a DVD shelving unit from Argos. That was at lunchtime and within the hour, I had gone down to the store to collect them and Keith had been put to work assembling them. Of course, I could have done that myself but he was so keen to do it, you know! (Which, translated, means that he probably didn't have any confidence in my DIY abilities.)
So, on to this morning, when I looked at Paddy's 'day bed' in the living room and decided to replace it with a smaller, less untidy looking one.
"What are you doing under my feet, lad?" asked Keith from his computer desk. Then he glanced across the room. "Ah, I see what the problem is. Is she trying to make you lie on that little thing?"
There followed the usual male bonding, when they both looked reproachfully at me and Paddy studiously avoided going anywhere near the new bed.
Needless to say, the status quo was duly restored.

Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...