Choo choo

I took the opportunity to have a rare mall visit to try and get some ideas for Christmas gifts in between a series of meetings and joining June for doctors appointments that should have happened a month ago.

June was her usual grumpy self when I arrived but both her surgeon and cardiologist made her laugh even if their news was not great so that was a bonus. Heart failure is now the diagnosis, being 88 means 88 year old heart valves that are also feeling their age.

I was glad that Andrew had chosen to cook tonight so I had a chance of some time to sit on the couch and give Shiv some attention. The honey mustard pork roast, cauliflower mash, roast beetroot and sweet potato went down a treat.