My BFF eva is part way through her four-train, eleven-hour journey to get to me … she was feeling nauseated, disorientated and generally buffeted thirty minutes into the first journey. Her blood disorder, arthritis and pain meds, plus her susceptibility to travel sickness have conspired against our best intentions and she may have to break the journey in two, spend tonight at Peterborough and travel the rest tomorrow – this does not bode well 😦
Tesco delivered my grocery and I ordered the wrong special dinner stuff, instead of the ‘beef stroganoff’ from their finest range that can be stuffed in the oven, I must have clicked on the finest dinner with rice, that is not going to feed us both. The freezer is full to busting so I cannot put the wrong rice dinner, nor the chunky chips in there. I didn’t buy something else that could go with the chips, so gawd knows what we will have with them. Plans to not have to venture out to grocery shop while she is here have gone poof!
It seems the fates, along with Murphy and his close cousin Sod have each had a turn of the wooden spoon.
Please excuse me while I mildly panic in the corner.