It's poured with rain for the entire day...and it's chilly. And it's very depressing when it's like this 'cos then I feel obliged to clean out cupboards and so on.

So I did the saucepan cupboard this morning and not before time either...I'd like one of those butchers racks that you can hang beautiful shiny copper-bottomed saucepans from...instead I have battered and much worn stainless steel which isn't stainless anymore and the handles get boiling hot...so they are best hidden away rather than out on display.

Then the postie came and brought a letter from the mad Consultant I saw in the hospital...and she had some news which is only just sinking in to be honest. It's genetic. My COPD is. Apparently one of the armfuls of blood they took while I was lying there like a loon was for bronchiectasis or Alpha-1...passed down from parent to child..( that'll be Mothers revenge!) and it makes you susceptable to lung and liver disease. She enclosed a leaflet explaining it all...there are support groups and all manner of help-lines and that sort of thing...but she says she isn't worried about it and neither should I be. But she's referring me to another Consultant who knows more about it than she does...

It falls into the category of something about which there is absolutely nothing I can do to alter or change...like the weather really.

Smoking certainly isn't helping...but I'm a bit cross that I'd have developed COPD anyway whether or not I'd ever smoked. So, the patches will have to go back on and I'll need to make more of an effort to stop now I suppose. Shan't get much in the way of sympathy from the Consultants if I stagger into their rooms coughing and spluttering.

There was the telephone bill as well...

And I broke one of my lovely long nails while ferreting about in the saucepan cupboard. It's taken me ages to grow them to a decent length after they'd been cut really short in hospital...if you have a breathing tube rammed down your throat they put a pair of sort of boxing gloves on your hands so you can't pull the tube out...so they cut my nails...badly, they were sort of jagged. Though I suppose in fairness, they did have to do it quickly.

Those people didn't come back to see Annie's cottage...at least they haven't come for the key yet. It looks quite different in the pouring rain and there's a leak under the front door as well...

I found a Happy at long last on Ancestry...some people have lots of relatives with the name and I was always wishing we had one too...but there was a baby boy named Winter in the same branch of the tree...he was born in February so maybe that gave his parents the idea for his name...poor little sod.

Going into the kitchen now to rattle some pots and pans...