My highlight of the day has been going with Bruce and Rosalyn to her grandson's art show at the Museum, on the St Gregory's campus, then they kindly invited me to dinner at the Red Lobster to celebrate my return to health. And this is what I had ....doesn't that look nice. Eat your heart out Jeremy.
This is the current deal at the Red Lobster which has been extensively advertised on television, and I kept thinking it looked nice.
These pictures I took at the childrens' art show. It has been a sort of summer camp for them, they have had art classes every day for the last four weeks - their school holidays start a lot earlier than ours, they are almost going back.
This is Patrick, Rosalyn's grandson, with his mother. He is a lovely, confident little boy.
Patrick and his mother again. Refreshments were served after the art show.
And the rest of the day......................I finally took the band aids off my fingers which were shredded when I had my fall on the porch. I think it was someone at the hospital who commented that I wouldn't be able to find work as a hand model. She was right about that. Apart from the scarred fingers I have the hands of a ninety year old. I sometimes wonder why my hands aged before the rest of me. It's too late now but I wish I'd rubbed moisturiser into my hands when young, and the rest of my crepey skin, come to that.
As these morons have kept telling the American public that she is pregnant, I suppose they had to make something up to account for the fact that she hasn't produced it yet. Then they will start again.
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