Help! The TV has lost it's signal which means I can't watch anything! And I gather I am not alone. Judging by the silence it is the whole floor if not beyond. What am I going to do? It really is the only thing keeping me sane when the visitors are gone and it's not yet bed time. I hope they get it sorted quickly. In the meantime I thought I'd do an early post.
And the visitors have gone. I saw Dave and the girls this afternoon, with the girls briefly popping out to do a bit of shopping. Thank goodness travel was better than yesterday.
I have very little else to report today. My counts have dropped again but not into worrying territory yet. I need my own body to get on with making those new cells reproduce themselves. I still have a grumbling temperature, although I don't feel like it, but it is enough to stop me from hoping too much for the evasive Christmas escape. Let's see what tomorrow brings.
The St John's carols, lessons and mince pie evening is currently under way and hopefully going very well. I'll sing a quick verse of "Hark, the Herald Angels Sing" in my head in support.
Now back to bashing the remote control in the hope that the high tech approach will sort things out.
God bless you all.