I need one of these.
L gets physio on her wonky knees and a pile of exercises to do. I wonder if they’ll benefit my knees too. Problem is that such frivolity always freaks the dogs out.
Son invites us to his Graduation. L immediately says yes and vows to start looking at new dresses, but... Isn’t this tempting fate a touch, at the start of the week when he takes his final exams? Of course we’ll be there, fingers crossed.
L’s not allowed to sob. She’s very maudlin at the moment as it is, watching the children move on in life. Of course it’s all supposed to come crashing down around their ears and they’re supposed to move back in with us until they’re well into their 30’s but hopefully not...We can always change the locks.
I offer to get her puppy, of which there’s one being flaunted at tonight’s dog training. Then again we have enough to cope with the 11 and 5 year old puppies we already have.
(Monday 20th May)