I've been lovingly bullied to get back to the blog - from the Ayrshire Coast to Toulouse.   So I think I had better.   Watch this space!   

Recovery phase from treatment has been patchy.   But that doesn't work as either an excuse or a reason!

Tonight I start again.


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  1. DogwithnobrainApril 23, 2021 at 6:03 AM

    Awww I didn't mean to bully you... i was just missing you. Life moves at a weird pace just now with the covid thing. I said to Si the other day... "But it's not until May, month's away" and he said "next week... next week".

    I lost the link again.... took me for ever to located it again.

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  2. DogwithnobrainApril 23, 2021 at 6:10 AM

    And I'm sorry recovery is patchy.... but recovery is recovery, despite the patchiness. :-D

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