Butter wouldn't melt . . . but don't be deceived by their quiet demeanour. After they have had their next meal they will hurtle round the room as if their tails are on fire. I am beginning to think they may be related to Gremlins - in which case, I shall definitely not feed them after midnight, however much they plead!!
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The view from across the lane from us - a little bit of snow and frost still on the hills, as here.
Well, Keith is brighter today and more mobile today, but at teatime it's just like someone has pulled the plug. Phone messages and a note to the PD nurse have not elicited a reply over our worries. It is frustrating and worrying. We want to know if what Keith is experiencing day to day, is the best we can expect from his treatment. Fatigue is ever-present.
Now worried about darling daughter who has no heating in her flat as the system has broken/frozen and because she has Covid, the Landlady can't get anyone in to fix it. It never rains but it pours . . . Tam has spent the day in bed with the electric blanket on, though she's been loaned an electric heater now for the living room/kitchen, where it is barely 13 deg. They have - 2 tonight.
Here it will be - 7, so we are thinking of leaving the heating on low overnight. Don't want frozen pipes or kitties.