Winterwonderland

Today saw the arrival of some lovely flowers sent by my son. Very beautiful. I think today was also the day that I received a couple of cards, although the books that someone kindly sent me arrived yesterday (I think). Days merge.

The drugs I'm taking are contraindicated to a number of things, including "operating machinery". Mr A has suggested I'm not entirely safe operating my own body. There's an element of truth in that. I'm certainly not in charge of my memory. I phoned up the surgery for an appointment to see the nurse to get the clips taken out, and forgot to write down the time. I had to phone back later to check when it was. Duh.

Anyway, people have been very kind and supportive, so no complaints here about how things are going.