Why?

Why are these things on the kitchen table? One of the mysteries of the Universe and, no doubt, something do with MrM! An emergency Blip at the end of a long day.

The flat is a lot cleaner and tidier than it was, in the hope that the estate agent may show someone round the flat when we're away at the beginning of next week.  All the relevant paperwork regarding the bungalow in Yorkshire has been read, and the documents have been completed and signed ready to take to the solicitor in Yorkshire.

Rather an anxious day. Woke to a message that Jacqui had sent in the middle of the night. She'd been transferred from A&E in Cramlington to a hospital in Newcastle, and was awaiting surgery. It was then that I realised that I don't have contact details for any of her relatives or close friends, nor do I know their surnames for that matter. Nothing for it but to phone the hospital. Her surgery had been delayed until the afternoon as a more urgent case had arrived. In the evening a nurse phoned. She couldn't say much, of course, as I'm not a close relative, but it was good to learn that Jacqui's out of surgery and doing well.

Many thanks to those of you who stopped by and gave stars and hearts for yesterday's Blip! They're very much appreciated.