I spent the first 10 minutes of watching Shetland last night trying to catch a mouse that Polly had brought in. It vanished somewhere even though she had it cornered for a second so I expect to be surprised by it dashing across the floor again tonight. This is when I miss our dog Lucy, she was a Collie cross and would never give up on catching a mouse even if it meant laying with her nose under a cupboard for hours.
Antimacassar - Now there's a word that I never thought I would hear in this house.
According to the dictionary:-
The definition of antimacassar is a protective cover for the arms and/or backs of upholstered furniture.
It's particularly bad when he is asleep and he has had a towel on his pillow for weeks Then we moved a leather recliner into the living room so he could lean back for a snooze and he needed a towel over the back of that too. But it kept falling off or slipping down so today I'm going to stitch a couple of hand towels together on 3 sides so they can fit over the back of the recliner. Should keep me occupied while watching the rugby.
I went up to see him this morning and found him in the day room with two other men from his bay. They had had a really bad night as a poor man had had a bad reaction to his chemo which involved him shouting, swearing, thrashing about and threatening the nurses. Eventually the nurses managed to sedate him. Col said the man was quite OK until this weird episode in the night. So not a lot of sleep had by anyone last night.
Thank you for comments yesterday
Back Tomorrow - probably
Sue
