When the ceiling collapses and you have nothing left to give..😂😂

I think I’ve reached an age where the little things are all that matter. Having a hole in my ceiling that enables me to watch people showering or on the toilet is creating no ends of amusement. The hole that we also have in Tom’s bedroom wall also enables the cats to bypass the stairs and reach the kitchen at Supersonic speeds. I’d give it a go myself if I could fit through it.

So what if my kitchen floor is a bit of a hazard to health.. I mean I can trip over on the most solid of floors so yet again no issues there.

I’m slightly concerned that my giant dog is going to give the new entrance to the kitchen a go, I mean calling the fire brigade to get a dog that’s stuck between the bathroom, toms bedroom and the kitchen is possibly something that definitely could happen to us. I promise to film it should it occur.

This is where I am at in life, sarcoma, brain injuries, dodgy knees and kidney infections are small fry.

I won’t be rocking in any corners anytime soon, though I might be somewhere between the kitchen, bedroom and bathroom If the fancy takes me…

Have a lovely Sunday I shall be sipping cranberry juice whilst pondering on what really matters.. some of those things are the baby pumpkin joe and candela brought me randomly as a gift last night because they love me, wiping the paint off my laminate because Alice and Elsie were left alone with paints yesterday whilst the adults had a chat, and the fact that my kidneys don’t feel like they are going to explode today..

oh and the photo joes beautiful girlfriend sent to me last night of him with covid and wearing nothing but pants with a tiny glimmer of something dangling out the side of his pants. Which unfortunately I’ve been forbidden from sharing 😂😂

We can make good choices on our mind set or we can dangle through the kitchen ceiling if we choose.. I’ll update you all later on which way I’m going to swing.