We ate our Chicken and chips and I managed to stay relatively clean for a change, no doubt I was showing off to my Grandson. I downed my cup of hot chocolate whilst they put the rubbish in bin and then played tag on the grass banks. The numourous benches serving as home. With my paper cup disposed of into the rubbish bin we headed for home playing spot the colour car. We even found gold and purple colour car s eventually and green and brown both proved hard to find not least because by now it was getting dark.
Once home I had to dose up with Peptac and sat in the wheelchair watching my weekly dose of subtitles in the shape of BBC fours Montalbano, Heather tells me that the series is ending this week so I wonder what will be on next week. Match of the Day starts and I am feeling queasy so head for the bathroom. By now it is full on feeling awful.
I am now sitting up in bed, adjustable beds are a gods send . I am almost full to the brim with peptac yet still the food leeks trying to escape and I feel bl##dy terrible.