On my shoe,
I hate you,
Ewww, there's nothing worse than getting dog poo on New Rock boots! It's evil! Trying to get it out of all the grooves and channels. Ewww! And the smell! Can we say rancid!
Life moves on, life stays the same. At least the tea remains good.
The stroke admission ward was full to bursting last night. Two of the healthier guys on Dad's ward were shipped out to other parts of the…
Dad turned sixty five today. His birthday was odd. A nice man called Dennis, who has dementia, came to visit Dad this afternoon. He gifted Dad…