Apologies for being rather incommunicado for the past few days, but I have been incredibly busy for some reason. And for 'busy' read 'housework' which makes the excuse sound almost boring. I suddenly saw my kitchen with the eyes of a visitor - the large welsh dresser, which is covered in things, needed a good clean; the work tops also. The fridge needed emptying and washing out before my this week's order from Tesco arrived at 8am. It's all very boring stuff, so I won't go on.
This morning a dear old friend, who lives in Kent but was up this way for a few days, called in for coffee - what a delight it is to see old friends. She was brought by a friend of hers who turned out to know my friend W very well - what a small world it is these days.
This afternoon I had to take Tess to the vet. In spite of taking on board all your suggestions regarding cures for her hay allergy, after her cut and blow dry yesterday it revealedjust how much she had scratched and how irritated her skin was. The only thing on the list you all contributed to which I hadn't tried, was the cortisone injection. So I went to the vet to ask her advice. She didn't advise it but gave me some tablets which are a fairly new treatment for the condition. Tess had her first one, wrapped in a little ham parcel, at tea time. We shall see. I have to report back to the vet after a week whether I see any improvement.
All political talk is banned in our house until further notice (much to my son's annoyance).
Now all I have to do is to choose my poems to read at tomorrow's Poetry meeting. I have already chosen one, which you can read on my nephew's (by marriage to my niece) post (The Solitary Walker) - Alexander Pope's 'Happy the Man' - to my mind a perfect antidote to all the talk of the referendum.