Funny you should say about dreams.  I dreamed last night that a friend (who had died many years ago) had been taking Muffin for a walk and came and told me he had lost him.  So I was walking streets in a place I did not recognise calling "Muffin" and very distressed when I suddenly woke up because real life Muffin had jumped on my bad foot on the bed.  I was quite disturbed for a while afterwards and although I usually forget the contents of dreams within minutes I can still remember that one!  Anyway, enough.  Foot is still painful, bruised and swollen  I may end up having to go to the doctors but, oh dear, I seem to have so many minor injuries over this last year.  I know he will probably just send me for an x-ray.

More importantly how did the oncologist apointment go today?  I was pleased to read that Norman was enjoying getting out and about and hope the good weather continues to enable him to do so.  Annie

Well that didn't get you much further on.  How do you feel about all that?  In one sense no news is good news I suppose.  I don't know if you were hoping for some help with Norman's hands (not sure what kind of help would make a difference but you live in hope); it must be a problem for him especially when you go out.    I bought some weed/moss killer; it did kill the moss but I still had to dig/pull out the dead moss.  It occured to me I could just have easily pulled out the live moss.  It is a real pain trying to get the grass to start growing again in the bald patches.  What works in some spots does not do so in others.  I do as instructed on the packet but it has a mind of its own.    Annie

I knew we wouldn't get far with the appointment,  what is there to say?  Hubby forgets how bad he's been and is adamant that really he's been pretty good, I let that go, what's the point in bringing everything up, I know what's gone on because I write this blog each day.  So back to normal life, we girls arrange a day at the pictures and a meal for Thursday.   I come home and hubby is upbeat , we've been invited out for supper on Thursday,  his face drops when I tell him my plans.  So three phone calls later my day is cancelled so we can go out together.   We drive to The Bolton Arms at Redmire and have lunch, the Dales look stunning, the sky is blue and we take a slow drive back through Leyburn calling at Serendipity where I buy a new cake slice to match my cake forks.  So no tea to cook and feet up.  

I leave Huby in bed and pop to my class. Dorothy comes in chewed to bits as her husband has been trying to tell her how to do something and has gone on and on about it until she is shaking, Christine also is upset as her man has been horrible to her and accused her of making him give up fishing!!  What is it with older men,  they love to blame everyone for their inactivity, then try to interfere when you haven't asked for it!!  I sympathise as over the past year mine has driven me to distraction but at least he has a reason,   it's called cancer.  Anyway we dance the cobwebs and angst away and come out happier.  When I get home he's on the phone to Lisa and having a good old chat.  He hands me the phone and she asks if I know where she is being taken for her 40th treat.  I tell her she needs to take warm jumpers and hiking boots, there's a pause at the end of the phone and I can hear she's trying to decide if I'm joking!!  Hubby takes off to Richmond and I attack the lawn again, the birds look bewildered wondering where all the grass has gone.  Norman next door knocks, they're off to Washington for five days and I'm left with putting bins out, watering hanging baskets and keeping an eye on the house.  This man does everything we ask of him and it's a pleasure to give something back.   Hubby is back after having an argument with a lady golfer, she was trying to put her buggy away as he was trying to get his out and gave him grief, go through the small door his suggests, she refuses so he moves his, watches her and tells me she hit everything in her way. So no wonder she wouldn't use the small door,   women drivers he says!  Tea cooked and a night to ourselves.   See you tomorrow. 

It is great to have good neighbours, isn't it.  I find it a joy to do things that help mine and they help me out too.  I am also blessed in that the neighbours on either side and over the road are not too inquisitive but always look out for me if they can help (and I do the same for them, from small things to bigger ones).  Makes everyday life so much easier.  Since I retired I take in parcels for several neighbours who are out at work and also push their dust and recycling bins back in place so it is not apparent that the house is empty during the day.  Small things I know.

Where is Lisa going?  I am not sure if you have already told us the answer to that but if I try to scroll backwards I know I will lose what I have already posted!   I went to the doctor yesterday as my foot is still hurting from tripping over dog  Sunday before last; it's a bit weird as it only hurts sometimes .  If I raise it higher than my body it is okay but any other position - even if not walking - makes it painful.  Anyway I will have to go for an x-ray which is not surprising.  Muffin started limping too yesterday for a little while although I couldn't find anything wrong with his paw.  Am monitoring; he is due a check-up very soon so if he doesn't limp any more I will wait until then and just mention it to the vet for investigation.  Hope Norman's  hands not too bad.   Annie

Hi ANNIE,  I hope your foot is not too bad but they do take ages to mend as I well know.  I've had to buy a size six shoe today as my foot has never healed properly,  so I've stuck heel grips in and hope they do the job for my afternoon out tomorrow.   I came back from zumba yesterday and saw two people hugging in the street, did some shopping and they were still hugging, weird I thought until I realised they were outside the vets and she was holding an empty dog lead.  There is nothing sadder than losing a beloved pet and my heart felt for her.  The wind is horrendous today and I've battled my way through town and home with a hundred things going wrong.  I'll write it in my blog..Hope Muffin is OK and all is well.  Love Carol 

I've had the morning from Hell.   The wind has blown the new furniture over, the beautiful roses are bent double and I rip my hands to bits tying them up also catching my new top in them causing a rip.  I drive to  town leaving hubby in bed as the wind has kept him awake.  I get cut up at a roundabout,  can't park where I normally do as the college is having a day trip out so the road is bollarded off.  I park in a payment bay, don't have the change so call in the shop, a load of drunks are trying to buy larger and the queue is too long so I go back out forgetting I've picked a chocolate bar up, so now I'm shoplifting?  I quickly pop back in and dump it on the first shelf and escape!  I give up and park in the multi storey which I hate.  A coffee and scone later I'm calmer and  try to buy what I want, but the world is against me and nothing is available.   I try to pay for my goods and get told, sorry we're having a minutes silence for Grenfell.  I'm old school and the only minutes silence I respect is  November the eleventh.   Am I alone in this attitude?  I then get a phone call from my Cleaners,  Emma has handed her notice in!! This has all happened by 1 O'clock.  I'm back home and going nowhere until we leave to have supper with friends.  I hope you are all hanging onto your hats out there.  Stay safe.  Annie, Lisa is off to Barcelona !

Hubby drives me to the Maria Curie afternoon tea.  The girls had offered to pick me up in the mini bus but I'm so near Woodham it's not worth it.  There is the usual over priced shopping and I wander aimlessly around the goods totally disinterested .  I feel fed up as everyone Has gone on holiday again and I'm still in the same situation as last year.  I'm feeling sorry for myself and really not up to being involved.   The tea only lasts for two hours and one of those is taken up by flower demonstration of plain white flowers, which Pauline points out is funereal. .They remind me of the flowers that were in place when I went to see Mum in the funeral home, so that depresses me more!  Brenda and I try to chat as we can't hear what is being said and get shushed like naughty children, so we both end up giggling behind our hands!  Our food arrives but all the finger sandwiches are piled on a platter, so cheese and onion, tuna, ham and cream cheese all mixed up, the scones are big enough to play croquet with and Chris and I saw one in half and share it.  After our last tea at Hardwick Hall this is definitely down market but it's all for a good cause so we laugh about it and gobble up the chocolate strawberries instead.  I'm home by four thirty and hubby asks if it was good, it was OK I say, not the best day I've had.  He then launches into how I've bought the wrong lawn mower because he's had a look whilst I was out, I've also damaged the lawn by putting too much feed on it.  That's it, I haven't got the energy to be bothered, I'm already fed up and these criticisms are hurtful.  I go for fish and chips and they've put them up by seventy pence, that's a big % increase.  Hubby fed, I hit the vodka and ibuprofen as I have a stiff neck from the emergency stop he did the other day which I wasn't prepared for!   Today is another day, it's wet and gloomy and it matches my mood!!  See you tomorrow .

Oh Carol, you are having a bad time so I'll just get my moans out of the way.  My foot is not broken, which I knew, but it is still very painful so I will have to make an effort to get an appointment with the GP again if it doesn't improve.  Also keep getting cystitis and just to cheer me up one of my neighbours tells me I might have late onset diabetes which didn't cheer me up (my dad had this).  Muffin has stopped limping but has a bad tummy - he does eat any rubbish he comes across - and is feeling sorry for himself today so still keeping an eye on him. Please let him get better soon.  Moans finished.  Sometimes life just conspires against you and I hope that "life" will let you go soon so you can concentrate on Norman and keeping yourself so busy.    It is a miserable day here.  Annie