Those with sensitive dispositions had better look away now. I was struck down with a horrible horrible bladder infection yesterday. I realised something was up just as the Memorial for Reuben finished, and had to race home - via the Post Office unfortunately, as I had a load of Butterfly memberships to send on their way.
I want to write something about Reuben, an amazing experience he had during the war. Showing what a good heart he must always have had. But I won't be able to do it today.
The Captain organised my antibiotics for me, for which I am so grateful, as I am not able to leave the house. And I have started on them. He is away doing a butterfly talk. I was able to let him practise it on me this morning, in between painful trips to the loo. And I was able to organise a salad lunch for him, in between painful trips to the loo. And I also caught up with my studies for this week, in between painful etceteras.
I have had to let Sylvia down and she had co-opted me as an emergency helper for Thursday. I feel very bad about it, but there is no way I will be at the meeting tomorrow night. She was lovely and understanding about it, which did help.