I was supposed to post this before the merde hit the windfarm and it was worth posting. On the menu it was sticky date pudding and pudding usually means heavy but this was like sticky date sponge. The sauce was toffee caramel with ice-cream and vanilla/cinnamon cream. Every time this comes up on my screen saver I drool. Mother wants to know if they do take-out. She's decided not to go on any more trips by bus or have us wheel her any further than the park around the corner which I am pleased about. She is more frail than she appears and I wouldn't mind carting a couple of these desserts down to the park.
I saw Doc Marvin yesterday and copped a mild lecture on thinking that everything that goes wrong with me is due to stress except for the blood pressure, up enough to power a rocket for NASA. Despite leaving a note that no flowers are to be left near Mother, countless bunches came in for her birthday and while I was hauling the pollen laden allergens away from her, I caught pollen on my face. Nothing came up on the skin, no itching but the sneaky little globules got in under my eyelid and into the sinuses. So the eyelid is inflamed, the eyeball feels like it's being pushed out to sea, the bones around the brow and cheek are infected from the sinus cavity.
On the other foot, the tear in the Achille's tendon seems to have healed itself, go me!
Now I have extra blood pressure tablets, sinus spray and eye drops. Hopefully the morning nausea will now stop and I'll be able to open my eye straight away instead of waiting 5 minutes for it to unglue.
I have not bought an Easter egg or chocolates but compensated by buying hot cross buns and butter for Sunday brunch. The expectant family is supposed to be going away to see his other grandmother who is loopier than the one he has here. I will cheer for the freedom of a whole 2 days and 1 night but not until the car is out of sight.