TWIGLET?

Twiglet? Did I hear you mention Twiglets?

A visit south to see the new grandson, and a most welcome interlude of joy after the past days. He is gorgeous and it was wonderful to see him at home instead of enmeshed in a tangle of tubes and wires in hospital. And I got my first cuddle, just lovely.

The M25 yet again reminded me of why I prefer living up north though. How anyone can make an appointment or get to work on time amazes me. Perhaps I have become completely lulled into the slower, calmer way of life in Yorkshire, but I am sure it wasn't so hectic when we lived down there.