Well guy's thought I would up date you on howling at the moon just in case I don't return!!! Maybe I should not have howled at the moon. To start, yesterday after returning from my trip to breast clinic, daughter no2 dropped me off at home. I was making a cuppa and could hear this woman's voice talking to me? took half an hour to realise it was the care line telling me it was not working??? puzzled the lady on the other end too!!! After howling at the moon last night I made a cuppa, put the tea bag in the bin and the bin lid on my cuppa at which time daughter no2 curled up laughing! After another disturbed night I got up 6am went into kitchen to get tablets and tea and promptly cut my finger open, after due inspection by daughter no2 and 6 year old grandson it was plastered with a look that said it all. Not content after daughter and son had left for school and work I could not fine keys for the front door which had been locked when they left. Duly text? in the door mother came back the reply! Yep! Meanwhile bath was running, went to get in, COLD! Dully pulled plug, ran another then forgot to take into consideration weight dispersal theory, poor kitchen ceiling, again! On the way to the computer to communicate above dropped phone, in pieces, and also microwaved coffee to a cinders!! Well guy's you get the jist, not a good day! So to the point, daughter no 1 is dropping me off in Macclesfield today for Fibro group, she does not have the same patience or sense of humour as daughter no2. I then have to find my own way home on a bus??? What's that and where is the bus station? Hope they have closed Parkside down, I can feel the asylum drawing closer!!! Thankfully when daughters report to son he will just shrug, he knows his mother is daft, only 11 months between daughters and they were that busy fighting when they were young, they missed that one!!!! Gentle hugs, hope to report back from home later, the day can only get better? Yes!!!!! Oh forgot, my advice, no more howling at the moon!