Feeling not quite well, but increasingly improved. I walked (very slowly-) to the launderette, and dropped off the stuff, then went on to the Coffee Lovers where I relished my usual Double Flat White and scribbled down some more mad fever dreams.There was no urge to puke! Heaven be praised...It really makes you think (grimly), this being a 'vulnerable adult',all alone and too poorly to even look after your own (and cat's) basic needs properly. I keep thinking of poor Michael downstairs, who pegged out alone in his flat last year, bless him. *Sigh* It's a hard nut life.(And death...)
Anyway, I'm very grateful to feel a bit less feckin' dreadful'
THE MISSING concluded. Gotta say I was fairly baffled a lot of the time, in my geriatric doziness, but there was enough there to keep me interested throughout:[Kidnapped gurl saved at long last, although poor old dumb, dishy Dad got dead. Yay for Foxy Grandpa Baptiste! Hope he survives and gets another series.Spoiler (click to open)]
[Spoiler (click to open)]KIdnapped gurl rescued at long last, but poor dumb. dishy, dad gets dead...Yay for Foxy Grandpa Baptiste! Hope he survives and gets another series.