Thank you ever so much for your concern over my health...but you mustn't worry...save that for when I stop breathing altogether!
I've no idea whether or not I will need oxygen at home...not heard back about the overnight test yet and because I haven't heard I'm thinking it was positive and my oxygen levels are alright...
Back to Sligo tomorrow to see the physio again...she might know more.
Of course these visits to the hospital do have a plus side...it means I can go to the new craft place which opened a year or so ago...it's an off-shoot of the shop we visit when T is here...have to go there then because they sell all manner of cake decorating stuff and T bakes and decorates celebration cakes...
So I can treat myself to a bag of scraps...two euro for a plastic bag stuffed to bursting with scraps of fabric...some little pieces and some huge...but all very useful and 'cos you can't see everything in the bag, there are unexpected surprises inside. Last time yielded half a dozen beautifully crocheted flowers among bits of satin and some velvet...
Himself has almost finished emptying my shed...and he's taken all the shelves down so I can paint them properly before they go back up again...now Reuben and Teresa's shed is stuffed full...as is the bathroom...and the bedroom...
And there's some stuff in the sitting room as well.
I had a look at sheds used for sewing and crafts on the internet and honestly some are downright wonderful...little porches outside with an easy chair positioned just so and climbing plants and inside all neat and horribly tidy as though no-one ever does a stroke of work, never mind drop copious amounts of thread on the floor. They are sort of artful...if you get my meaning...I bet they stuff all the untidy bits into bin bags before the photographs are taken.
And they're painted outside in pale pink and lilac...soft greens and blues...I just need guttering on mine but narrow guttering is hard to find for some reason...there's plenty of really wide stuff for barns and so on...
Just had twenty minutes on Ancestry today...it didn't throw up any wild and wonderful names or occupations though...just the inevitable ag labs with their huge families...a few...who I suppose weren't able to find employment, were described as 'paupers' and then in the next census listing, they were in the local Workhouse along with all their family...how awful that must have been. No chance of ever owning a home of one's own...not much opportunity of escaping Workhouse life either. Awful sad.
Now it's my turn to cook the supper and I think it might be ready...I've started to eat chicken I'm afraid so tonight it is a spicy chicken with veggies...have to put the weight on somehow. I'll not be eating sausages any time soon though...have to draw the line somewhere!