I will add further 'rumbles' to this post concerning this, that or the other during the course of the day as and when anything occurs.
News from the Rehab Unit: The 'Memsahib' gains strength daily - and I'm steadily going downhill! It's not the weight of work in running a household but its sheer unremitting, relentless, never-ending nature that pisses me off. I don't want to think about what we are going to eat for lunch next Tuesday, or whether the sheets are due for a change, or whether or not I remembered to leave the money out for the milkman . . . I mean, it's all so damned domestic! Nobody seems to realize that a great mind like mine should not be encumbered with such trivia, I have matters of great moment upon me which it is essential be passed on to my faithful blog followers who wait, daily, hourly, for my views and opinions and . . . sorry, did someone say something? Anyway, 'er upstairs' is now downstairs as well and is leaping about on a single crutch, well, "leaping" is perhaps a slight exaggeration, but anyway, she is now in a position to actually supervise my downstairs activities - so there goes the occasional nap on the settee!
