A delivery was due I thought… but checking my emails the last email seems to now confirm today isn’t the delivery date for my MS drugs. Oh. Well that hacks me off. I’ve been here for a couple of other deliveries but nothing that wouldn’t have fit through the letterbox.

Welcome Christmas funds have dropped into my bank account and disappeared. So do I get back to house tidying, which saw many correspondences from 2012 onwards making their way to destruction. D got some big recycling bags for destruction of confidential waste and it is quite cathartic to see them filling up.

But outside is calling! Despite nagging the kids have not tidied. Tidied. Up the dog pellets (and that’s being polite, they are huge!) I mean. The walking in the garden is treacherous. Leaves hide and camouflage!

So I want to tidy outside but it’s tedious and smelly and the winds are high and the sunlight is really bright. Tornadoes from the US are hitting the UK on a regular basis apparently. The last one had many vowels and one consonant.