. . . since before Christmas.
Husband was in the gym and I was in my pyjamas, drinking my second cup of tea, while scrolling on my computer when a big van drew up outside.
The roofer had phoned earlier to say he would be calling in and dropping off the scaffolding today so I thought it might be him. I was out of the study and upstairs before you could say, "Now have a good cough!"
It wasn't him but a delivery to our neighbour but at least it got me showered and dressed. I said to myself, "Right, enough of this lolly-gagging around and feeling sorry for yourself. Time to pull yourself together and do stuff."
So I changed our bed.
Then needed a long sit down.
But was awake enough to meet my amazing young friend, soon to be Consultant doctor, for ice cream this afternoon.
12 comments:
Doctors look younger and younger every day. This one looks like puberty has just arrived.
Thinking someone is coming to your door sure does get you moving
Your friend is a high school student, surely!
That's a very young about to be doctor, but I swear my primary care physician is 12 years old and his mommy has to drive him to work.
Love,
Janie
I must be getting old, it's like when the new people start at work.
Do these youngsters look at us and wonder how old we are? I'm sure they do, sadly!
It certainly does.
I shall tell her!
Not for many years!
Young but smart!
Trouble is, I don't feel that old. It's only the mirror that tells me!
Maybe they judge on how young we act.
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