Bits, pieces and the pox

Done.

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I spotted this in a charity shop this week. A snowy church candle holder. I didn't need it but it was pretty. 

While I was there I also bought a Christmas jigsaw and there was no way I was going leave Sgt Pepper in the shop.

I only went to Mumbles to get some food . . .

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Be careful what you wish for. 

Yesterday morning Husband received a letter calling him for an appointment with the heart nurse on Monday, 23rd December. So that could turn into the start of his 10-day isolation, which means he'll get his operation early January. (And Christmas will be a quiet affair.)

I've been wanting to hear but now that it looks like it's going to happen it's a bit scary. A lot scary.

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This morning we received a donation of clothes from the ladies' section of a local golf club, along with the proceeds of their raffle - more than £1,000. As you would expect clothes donated by golf club members are good quality. Faced with donations, Stu and I frequently ask ourselves, "Why are they giving this coat away?" We both hang on to things until they fall apart and aren't fit to donate anywhere.

The ladies this morning asked if there was anything else we needed. We mentioned tea, coffee, basics like that.

"Oh," said one of the ladies, "I'm having lunch today with owner of the Welsh Tea Company. I'll drop a word in his ear."

Now these are the sort of supporters we need! People who know people! (But we're very happy to be supported by anyone even if they don't know anyone.)

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My poor grandchildren are having a bad time with chickenpox. GrandDaughter1 shows first signs of slight improvement but GrandSon2 is in a bad way. He had to go back to the doctor for antibiotics for his chest and cream for his spots. He has them in his mouth and INSIDE HIS EYELID!!!!

Both, though, are still unwell and dosed up on paracetamol. It's horrid. I so wish I could do something to magically make them better.