Repose? repose? I have been on the computer for 3 blasted hours trying to book a ryanair flight for hija for Wed to come home and look after the cat, all I got was a hire car for her, so in the end a great friend has done it for me as I trust her with my c/card, I just knew I would worry about it all night otherwise, (I've enough to worry about with shaney's lack of a new handbag!) Luckily Mr N still had his moroccan cous cous to finish off, and I didn't have time for me so it was blackcurrant jam on toast, I love toast.
We stood outside looking for the meteor or asteroid whatever but didn't see it and missed some of Corrie.
We measure our cholesterol differently, up to 200 is fine, I am usually 215 and he says that's OK.
When the young doctor looked at my foot, he pulled up a chair and rested my foot between his thighs resting on his you-know-what, I was embarrassed, but he seemed to ignore it, a crusty old foot eeeek!! His nurse gave me an injection in my bum and I didn't even feel it, eas still waiting and she was rubbing it, I was so pleased. My medico used to have a ponytail but I vaguely remember seeing his hair was short, must mention it on monday.