JACKIE McGUINNESS IN HOSPITAL - 1/4/2023

On 26 January, Jackie writes:
I took a pic of Hamish today because he always sits in his bed . . .

. . . waiting for Richard to give him some toast.

I rec'd another two cards in the post today;
would you thank NAR volunteers for me. . .

. . . and Bob, your [former - he's not old] boss . . .

Funny . . . I saw the Kenosha address and my first thought was
you'd sent another card.
Bob's card reminded me of a restaurant in Germany.
Tom & I lived there for six months
One night we decided to go to a Chinese restaurant.
Tom ordered chicken soup; I ordered octopus.
Mine arrived with what looked like a starfish on a bed of lettuce.
It was the tentacles of the baby octopus. It still had all its suckers on it.
I said, "I couldn't eat it as the suckers might stick to my tongue."
Tom said, "You ordered it, you eat it."
Then his chicken soup arrived . . . a bowl of clear stock with a raw egg
dropped into it. I thought Tom might throw up.
He called the waiter and said, "I ordered chicken soup."
The waiter replied. "Yes, baby chicken, baby octopus" and walked away.
I ate my meal; Tom did not eat his even though I reminded him,
"You ordered it, you eat it."

Richard took the dogs for a walk at 5 p.m. last night and again at 10 p.m.
Nothing unusual except at 10 when he came in,
he had a bunch of flowers in his hand.

"Where did you get these," I asked.
"They were at the back door."
Odd. I never saw anyone walk past the bay window to get to the back door.
But then when I thought about it, the blinds were shut at 5 p.m.
when Richard returned from that walk as it was dark.
I thought the lady next door might have left them;
she has a chest infection so won't come over and
she would know we always use the back door.
I called her this morning to say thank you. She said it wasn't her.
I told Richard I couldn't think who else would leave flowers.
There was nothing on the camera.
Then Richard said, "Oh, they were there at 5 p.m.,
but I didn't think they were anything to do with us."
So now I will have to wait till someone asks if I liked my flowers
to find out who left them, and why the barking moron (a/k/a Hamish)
didn't tell us anyone was outside the house.

JACKIE GETS HER HAIR DONE
(AND WE ALL KNOW HOW IMPORTANT THAT IS!) HERE

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On 26 January, Jackie writes: I took a pic of Hamish today because he always sits in his bed . . . . . . waiting for Richard to give him some toast. I rec'd another two cards in the post today; would you thank NAR volunteers for me. . .

*. . . and Bob, your [former - he's not old]* boss . . .**

Funny . . . I saw the Kenosha address and my first thought was you'd sent another card. Bob's card reminded me of a restaurant in Germany. Tom & I lived there for six months One night we decided to go to a Chinese restaurant. Tom ordered chicken soup; I ordered octopus. Mine arrived with what looked like a starfish on a bed of lettuce. It was the tentacles of the baby octopus. It still had all its suckers on it. I said, "I couldn't eat it as the suckers might stick to my tongue." Tom said, "You ordered it, you eat it." Then his chicken soup arrived . . . a bowl of clear stock with a raw egg dropped into it. I thought Tom might throw up. He called the waiter and said, "I ordered chicken soup." The waiter replied. "Yes, baby chicken, baby octopus" and walked away. I ate my meal; Tom did not eat his even though I reminded him, "You ordered it, you eat it." Richard took the dogs for a walk at 5 p.m. last night and again at 10 p.m. Nothing unusual except at 10 when he came in, he had a bunch of flowers in his hand. "Where did you get these," I asked. "They were at the back door." Odd. I never saw anyone walk past the bay window to get to the back door. But then when I thought about it, the blinds were shut at 5 p.m. when Richard returned from that walk as it was dark. I thought the lady next door might have left them; she has a chest infection so won't come over and she would know we always use the back door. I called her this morning to say thank you. She said it wasn't her. I told Richard I couldn't think who else would leave flowers. There was nothing on the camera. Then Richard said, "Oh, they were there at 5 p.m., but I didn't think they were anything to do with us." So now I will have to wait till someone asks if I liked my flowers to find out who left them, and why the barking moron (a/k/a Hamish) didn't tell us anyone was outside the house.