Good News. And Not So Good News

The septic tank pipe work was dealt with very effectively yesterday so (fingers crossed) we shall now be free-flowing of effluent and the drain rods can be packed away to a place where they will hopefully gather a lot of dust and cobwebs. Three rogue drain rods and a plunger were retrieved and the damaged pipe was on the verge of total collapse, so a job well-done in the nick of time. As the drain chap hooked up his trailer, upon which sat the mini-digger, he said, ‘It was an easier job than I anticipated,’ and he knocked £240 off the bill, which I thought was very decent and kind of him.

This afternoon, Lord Malarkey and I retrieved our tent from storage in the laundry and put it up in the back garden, firstly to check for meece damage (there was none - hurrah!) and secondly to maybe have a chez nous camping experience later this week. Heather and Ollie have also expressed an interest in using the tent for a camping trip, although they’re currently in the throes of demolishing their kitchen in preparation for the installation of a gorgeous new one, so I think camping might be the last thing currently on their minds.

The only dark cloud on an otherwise warm, sunny and bright day was the letter that arrived this morning summoning me for a biopsy. Seems I am not as far out of the woods as I thought I was, which is a bit of a bummer.

But, in the spirit of living by the principles of reiki, I shall not be angry, I shall not worry. I am done with anger and worry in my life. And I shall be grateful that I am being looked after and treated quickly, and that I have enjoyed almost six decades with no real health issues until now.

All will be well, but just for the moment I might be away from blogging for a while. I’ll see how life progresses. I have to focus elsewhere for the time being. But…

Comments

Anonymous said…

Thinking of you. Sending you strength and good thoughts
KJ

6 August 2024 at 13:25

Denise said…

Thank you, KJ. I am okay. Still waiting, but okay. x

6 August 2024 at 17:10

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