The 15th & 16th; It's nice in my cocoon.
The 15th of November.
Oh man, the news is so exhausting. The whole morning was resignations and shouting on Victoria Derbyshire while I wrote up a blog post, painted my nails and ordered multiple Christmas presents. Some inspiration finally struck, although I am not finished yet, not by any means. I love present shopping.
By lunchtime, I was tired of all of Brexit, so we watched 24 Hours in A&E while eating, then Mommy went out with Grandma to Sutton (you know, I think she might be trying to help me out) all afternoon, so I got up to the finale of season 2 of The Walking Dead (as in, I have yet to watch it) and worked on her present. It's definitely progressing because I finished a ball of wool, it's just tedious. I keep choosing projects that I like in the end but find the making of really boring.
I'm going to keep avoiding the news for now. It's nice in my cocoon.
The 16th of November.
Not so much news today, thank god. I mean, the main headline all morning was that Michael Gove wasn't leaving his job. Thrilling.
This morning, Mommy and I went to the GP to have our flu jabs, because we missed them when I was in hospital. Entertainingly, I couldn't actually get in for a while, because the ramp wasn't out. Several members of the public tried to help, but it wasn't secure, and no staff were available. Then a delivery man was insistent to the point where he was going to be offended if I didn't let him help. Thankfully, the ramp held to get me in, but it immediately fell on the floor again.
We had our jabs, no fuss, shoulder is a tiny bit sore when I move it but it's fine. When it came to leaving, the practice manager came to put the ramp in properly, and I was able to get out safely.
Rosemary came for lunch, so I was able to thank her for the card she sent while I was in hospital. We talked a bit about Brexit and my recovery, then she and Mommy decamped into the dining room and I got on with my crochet and The Walking Dead. And so on for the rest of the afternoon.