Little to report. No knitting at all. But Helen is safely back from Down Souff, devoutly welcome.

 

I underestimated Biden. His motorcade in Rome involved 85 limousines. He seems to have taken only 20 with him to Glasgow. Air Force One landed here in Edinburgh this morning – presumably he proceeded to Glasgow by helicopter. This is ridiculous.

 

Today’s big event here in Drummond Place was the arrival of a microwave/dry fryer. I bought it from Lakeland, and have had an email from them this evening apologising for its non-arrival. Things are tough, they say, However, here it is. None of us can remember why I thought I needed one. Thirty years ago or so, I used to enjoy an evening in the bath reading an instruction leaflet. Those days are gone – I am afraid of falling, and avoid the bathtub. And instruction leaflets terrify me. I did manage to microwave a frozen meal for my lunch. (Wow!) It’s a start.

 

As for baths, Daniela now does that once a week, very briskly and efficiently. I am very lucky to have her, and to be able to afford her. I think theoretically the benevolent Scottish Government promises me Personal Care – my husband had it, and it was excellent, but he spent weeks blocking a bed in hospital before it could be arranged. Things have become more difficult since then.