I've been very remiss about recounting what's going on around here...my bad. So spank me...please!
HWMBO is now in Singapore. He's been there for a couple of days, visiting his parents and our friends. He'll be there for 2-1/2 weeks. So I shall be pretty lonely. Any of my Singaporean lj friends who sees him out and about should say "hi!".
I'm not totally alone, though.
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mc4bbs arrived Thursday morning and will be here until Tuesday. We've had some meals out, and may have a few more. He's helped me with my network and my backups, so has more than earned his way. I think I'll keep him! What a sweetheart he is—I'm lucky to know him.
I myself am still struggling through with my foot ulcer and diabetes. The air boot is very bulky and a bit heavy. Yesterday I went out to central London to do some shopping at computer fairs. The main one that used to be at Jury's Hotel has moved up north of Goodge Street. So I turned up at New Oxford Street and missed out on a tricycle taxi ride up to the new site. I walked it. The map they gave was seriously out of scale. Then I walked back down to New Oxford Street, which was mobbed. Because of people who would not walk at a normal pace nor get out of the way, I nearly missed a number 1 bus back home. So I was in a foul mood by the time I got home.
I made a "Hearty Chuck Wagon" soup from a recipe I got via email. I will tell y'all if it's any good—
spwebdesign and I will be having some for lunch today. Assuming we both survive, I may make it again when HWMBO gets back. It's a crock pot recipe, and it does smell pretty good. On Friday I made Boston Baked Beans in the crock pot and
mc4bbs and I had some for lunch. Not bad, except you can't get salt pork here so I had to use British bacon, which isn't as good a substitute.
mc4bbs invited me to join him and his mates at
Compton's for a pint then Chinese food. I dutifully went out and, halfway to the Tube, just felt that I was too tired to be sociable, so I called him and said, "I just can't drag myself all that way—please go on without me." I then went home, had some leftover chicken and a few slices of bread, and fell asleep in my easy chair.
Went to bed at 11 pm, forgetting my statin pill. So I woke up around 2 am and thought, "Why am I awake?" When I remembered that I hadn't taken the pill, I came downstairs and took it. This morning, however, I woke up at 6 after not having slept very well, and when the day had penetrated the fog, realised that I was having a hypo episode. So I came downstairs and tested my blood—it was 4.4 (normal is 4-6 but 4.4 is low for me). I had a small glass of orange juice then ate breakfast somewhat early.
Today is the church's Patronal Festival. I expect that it'll be dire as usual. There is a barbecue after church in the Rectory garden, but I always skip these as the food is fat-laden. Next week is Back to Church Sunday, but I'll be in Manchester visiting my friend Nicky next weekend, so won't be here.
