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I have been in bed for weeks waiting to see a MSK consultant, I suspect that there is something trapped in my neck, can’t drive (drugs) and can’t be driven as potholes send the pain of the scale.
Anyway, every morning just before I come to the surface properly, I think I am going to wake up in a four poster bed in a country house and someone is going to offer me a choice of breakfast. Oh and lunch.
NOW this clearly has nothing to do with, my husband who is a very good man ordinarily but he doesn’t do ill he materialises with a black coffee a bowl of yoghurt and honey and sunflower seeds. If I am lucky and there is post I will see him again an hour or so later. At that stage he will ask what I fancy for dinner.
He is a man of few words, does it show ??
Please if there is someone out there with a country pile and some spare staff could they take me in for a few weeks, as you can see from the above I am fairly low maintenance.
As you were.😁
I thank you.
Disclaimer, he starts off as Florence Nightingale and transmogrifys into Nurse Ratchet somewhere along the way. We are both retired I bet if he was WFH he would be nipping up a lot more often.😀