Think it was more stupidity than bravery. My hips and ankle are feeling it today. I assure you it won’t be happening again. 🙄I admire your bravery on those slides!
Since we started making yorkshire puddings at home the children flat out refuse to eat shop bought ready made ones.Morning all - bright and sunny but a stiff cold breeze. When will it warm up? Several years we've been on the beach in March. Not his year!
10.1 this morning. Serves me right for not getting my finger out and adjusting basal, still I have done it now. Hope it works.
@eggyg I admire your bravery on those slides!
We have treated ourselves to a nice piece of beef, which I will roast later. I was shocked at the price of ready made Yorkshire puddings, will make my own, easy and cheap enough though free range eggs have gone up from £2 a dozen to £3 and I do doubt they are actually free range. Avian flu I presume as there were very few eggs on the shelves.
Have a good Sunday all
Oh heck @TinaD, what an awful experience for you but as usual you relate it in your usual self deprecating way. You’re made of strong stuff. I’ve never had a cleaner but I’d be exactly like you, I’d have to clean the house from top to bottom before they came, which sort of defeats the object.Good morning. 5.9.
Thought I had slept in - well I had but not quite as much as the wall clocks said. Fortunately the electronic stuff has up dated itself. The wall clocks are hung 8ft up - I think will get them taken down - no sense in wobbling about on steps unnecessarily.
I had a rather frightening afternoon yesterday. Looking about me I considered that the state of the place might put off the new cleaner - a week of lazing about trying to cosset my stupid BP had left an unattractive drift of dog hair, hay, shavings and Godknowswhat over everything bar the kitchen worksurface. So I set to and attacked the 3 rooms I use. I was just finishing up when I was "took all peculiar".
BP had dropped through the floor, heart rate wildly high, AF like a jazz drummer on drugs, pain in chest quite remarkable, oxygen levels a bit low. GTN in kitchen, bum in study, so I sat down and waited....50 years of taking notes is a habit not lightly discarded -"That" I thought as I scribbled "ought to help to coroner." Slowly the pain eased and after 1/2 hour the numbers reverted to something recognisable so I toddled off to the kitchen for a cuppa and a further sit down. Fortunately all the metering kit lives by the desk.
Think I had better get a new GTN spray...I'll ask the GP if it would have helped if within reach. No point in ringing neighbours, who would fuss uselessly, or ambulance as it would either find a stiff or an old lady toddling about given waiting times. Think I must set up some sort of daily confirmation I am still above the turf as Wolfie and the horses will need care if I am off duty. Anyway I am OK this morning, just a bit wibbly-wobbly with minor ringing in ears - dunno where that has come from.
What does John Buchan say? "Hot tea and good whisky keeps the Dr out of the close". Feel quite tempted to lay in a decent malt but, sadly, doubt it would be good for the BG and solo drinking is a stupid vice. Fingers crossed that the new cleaner is worth her money and the new gardener knows weeds from plants. I want to save my energy for really enjoyable things.
Hope everyone having a peaceful and happy Sunday.
Mr Eggy is a man after my own heart but a bit more gung ho about the grim reaper! I thought I wouldn't wait until I heard him sharpening the scythe so I told my son-in-law last year : "Its all in the only red box file in the bookcase by the desk". As for the cleaner your advice is impeccable. I had best get on to Amazon - Henry needs a fresh box of bags.Oh heck @TinaD, what an awful experience for you but as usual you relate it in your usual self deprecating way. You’re made of strong stuff. I’ve never had a cleaner but I’d be exactly like you, I’d have to clean the house from top to bottom before they came, which sort of defeats the object.
I’ve often felt that I might die but unfortunately never had a pen and paper handy, but once after one of Mr Eggy’s many heart attacks, he was laying in A&E upside down, his BP was in his boots, he said he was dying and then proceeded to tell me where the life insurance policies were and the wills! I knew they were in his “office”/ spare bedroom and I would have found them eventually, but I got the colour of the file, which drawer it was in and what it said on the index card! He is not the most organised person on the planet, he leaves that to me, but he does sometimes surprise me. For example he’s still here, and I’m sure you will be here for many more years too. Take care and let the cleaner do the bloody cleaning!