Just not cricket….

….Friday. I’m glad to see the end of that week.

I headed up to the hospital via Aunty K’s place to collect a bag of clothes and other bits and bobs. K was asleep and look very weak on my arrival. The nurse was worried, K had refused to eat her breakfast and had only a few bites of her supper. It’s a worry indeed.

Then home and on with our glad rags to meet Richy and Jill in the cricket club for pre's,  before nipping round to the Buccleuch Arms for curry night. The food was good and the wine flowed until eventually we pootled up the hill together, feeling quite merry.