The thoughts of me and my dog who used to be Harvey, but is now George, who is Harvey's great-great-great-great-nephew.
I often don't have a clue what day it is either. But as long as you know which place you're going to so that you can enjoy the grandchildren, it really doesn't matter!I do know that today is Wednesday and that I have a dentist appointment in one hour, which means I need to hurry and get ready. I'll have to come back and read your previous posts; I seem to have gotten behind in blog reading again, and I do want to find out more about Wales from your ABC posts.
You need to move to Hampshire... that'd be about half way to each wouldn't it?
I woke up this a.m. thinking it was Monday, instead of Sunday. How I can forget Sunday as I have gone to church nearly all my life.Wider awake I scurried about to get our coffee going changed my mode for the day.So glad you have grandchildren you wanted and have time to visit them so regularly. They will remember when they are grown.
The days fly by so fast that I'm never sure what day it is. The worst is going through the day thinking it's Friday, but it's only Tuesday. (Enjoy those grandbabies, Liz!)
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