The weather forecast looks like this and that black alien-like blob is a bit scary!
So I can’t really go out and feed Taktur or do anything, which is just as well as my legs are not co-operating with the rest of me.
I have not gone near the horses/ponies today and feel very guilty.
Having said that, I was worried that they were suffering, but they’re not hiding from this weather at all. Thank the Gods for hardy Natives and Icelandics.
My house resembles Widow Twankey’s Laundry as I am getting my stuff ready just in case I have to go into hospital. It was all fusty and in a bag from last time round.
This is Wishy-Washy (aka Wussums) who has taken to following me about….
And of course my ever faithful never-going-to-leave-you-ever companion, BeAnne.
I wish I could take her with me. I could cope better with the thought of hospital knowing she was with me. I have a feeling the NHS would object quite strongly.
