Once more into the breech.

It may be once more into the breaches buoy.
There is  lot of discussion about how to get me to Aberdeen at the end of the month.
It will be time for them to wheel out the ray guns.
As I am so remote and have a lot of problems it is not easy to arrange bed to bed transfer with a break (no puns) in GBH.
They have tried and are trying other therapies but will now run out the machinery to try Radio Therapy
I was sitting by my heap of Happy Pills the other day deciding that I will not be holding back on them any more when it occurred to me that it is not only policemen who seem to be getting younger. It also people like me who appear to be getting older.
I know nurses should be grateful to us for keeping them from becoming redundant but there is a lot to be grateful for in the NHS.
The whooper swans are coming back for the winter and other birds have stopped on their journeys as they passed the house. A yellow browed warbler sat on the verandah the other day looking in at people having lunch.
Hopefully we will have a discussion next week about using the astronomical telescopes and watching shooting stars and trying to see the Araura. We will see.
I need to get other people organised and of course explain to Janet how to mix concrete.
I will keep in touch and if we decide that the happy pills could lead to a new lifestyle I will arrange for cheaper rates for family to install their tents.