Never Wrong, but he's wrong again

This morning started earlier than expected, 5.10 to be exact.  Well if you go to bed at 9.30 what do you expect, but I cant help it if I like company and proceeded to wake My Beloved just so I wasn't bored.....

Doctors visit this morning confirmed what My Beloved had already been told, 'you have an ulcer Mr. Mather', you should listen to your wife.!!!! He now has a bag full of goodies to alleviate the pain and make him more comfortable and less windy, but humble pie is gonna kill him.

When asked what the Doctor thought might be causing his pain, Mr. GP announced 'Onion, garlic, spice, beer' to name but a few of My Beloved's favourite pastimes.  I have passed comment recently on the amount of garlic used for each dish that is served from the Maestro, in our house we have no need to worry about BO, because nobody can get close enough due to the pungent smell of garlic to even worry what our oxsters smell like. This said I must remember and add an extra swipe of deodorant tonight before arriving at The Crown,  even if it is just a swipe across my tongue.

Today we had to collect insurance papers from Inverurie, so decided to kill two birds with a brick.  Easier said than done, TESCROWS, we were queuing to get in the car park, have you even heard the like, there was people wielding traffic cones for relatives that were stuck at Rothienorman, some were prostrate across parking spots, and some we just double parked for the hell of it. Having a rental car we just nudged a jeep out of the way and pulled the safety zipper which sucked the sides of the car in a foot on each side get in.....

So now we have a fridge full of things we really need but won't eat, a conservatory full of veg, that won't fit in the fridge, god help us it we get an Indian Summer on Christmas Day, I have turned the radiator off to stop the leeks leaking and the broccoli breaking, but I cannot as yet control the weather, even though my recent snow dancing just led to more snow and not less.