I managed it, I got us lost!  his place is in such an out of the way place. You have to go on the A46 - which is the way from Bath to the Midlands (before motorway), then leave it, go on a smaller road, then leave that and go on a country track. I got through all that, and then came to s sign which I misread - his address reads Bagpath - and the sign said said Bagpath Court or a farm, so I took the first, ended up in what I think is a commune, had to turn the car round, which was not easy, then go back, turn again - again hitting something, finally arriving 30 minutes late. It is a lovely place and they love it there, but it is so far off the beaten track..

isn't on - line ordering good? I just ordered tea and garlic - (not the same firm) without having to go out for it. Great.

What a day. we are still no further with my husband's eye appointments. he had a phone call from PALS which was rubbish, and nothing else since. After the business over the treatment of  mentally disabled patients, it is coming out now, they are just as bad with older people. I had suspected it, but thought it was me - I have similar problems with treatment.

We have had a great week with our grandaughters - one came to us Monday & Tuesday while the other did a special course run buy the LEA and they both came Friday. We went shopping in the morning - as usual, I spent too much on books - the elder has a birthday next Friday and I let her have her choice. They are great company.

Tomorrow we are going to the theatre to see "Born in the gardens" by Peter Nichols with Stephanie Coles. A long time ago I spent a year sharing a classroom with his identical twin, he was a nice bloke, played the trumpet in a jazz band.

This afternoon we are going to visit our son and his partner in the middle of the wilderness that is Gloucestershire, hope we don't get lost!

it's taken me a long time to figure out what I had to do to continue blogging was to log in  - I had not logged out, but it's probably me. We are having a very frustrating time at present. My husband is registered blind and has treatment at the Bristol Eye hospital, he has 3 cancellation letters  for appointment letters. we wrote a very strong letter of complaint which they actually received today and have been fed a load of guff - as usual. My brother and his wife are now in the same home - after a few months of being separated after 63 years of marriage. If he had been in his right mind, I would have expected him to come with me to the Maypole centenary next month, but I shall attempt to come. I shall have to book into an hotel and also book a car and driver, but I shall enjoy myself anyway.

After writing yesterday's rubbish, I had a letter from one of the friends I made on holiday - about the same age as I, but a darn sight more active. She goes around the country scoring shooting competitions, but her next trip - to which she has invited us, is at a military airfield near Cirencester where she is doing a sky dive! Did I feel a daft one! if we go she will be bringing a Rumtopf jar for us which she does not use, but which we will.  I have already begun this year's, but in a large glass bottle.

Why do I feel so flaming miserable? yes, I am old, yes I am becoming more immobile and I am never free from pain - I have to be careful what medication I can take because I have bad reactions. However, I have a husband still alive - we are not poor (not rich either). I am a good cook, I have two children and two wonderful grandchildren. yet - I am so fed up. I wish i could move about easier. I am fretting myself about coming to the Centenary of the Maypole  - I feel unable to organise myself, yet, my grandad was a lot braver than I am  - he was one of the rescuers - he got out and went back down again. I give up. Sorry

We watched Bonekickers the other night - what a load of tosh! To top it all, they have "The reader in archeology" from Bristol Uni as an adviser. We will continue to wacth because it is filmed in the neighbourhood, so we like to see where they have filmed. There was a shot taken from our park and the next one is to do with the Roman baths. The last is filmed at Wells - the cathedral - which I think is one of the most beautiful buildings I know.

We had visitors on Tuesday, my nephew and his wife. They brought some more of my brother's slides for my husband to copy and his book that he made up of his time in Iceland. I haven't yet had the courage to open it. I will sometime.

Our router has been playing up, so we now have a new one - wireless, and everything is moving a lot faster. Also the computer memories have been increased - wish we could have our brains enhanced, what a help it would be. This morning I tried to put the dog lead round my neck and the whistle round the dog's! Dozy old bint!

In the park where I go each morning, there is a bowling green, it is almost 100 years old and this year they had to have a new water main put in. The green is at the top of the hill and the channel runs, obviously, up it, along the grass. I have been waiting for something, and sure enough, today, there they were. Poppies along the channel route - they always grow where the ground has been disturbed - hence Flanders Fields in WW1. My lovely Dad was a boy soldier then. That woman - Baroness Orczy - wrote Scarlet Pimpernel - stupid book) - organised gangs of women all over the country to give white feathers to men they thought should be in the army. One woman gave my Dad one - one of my uncles said she knew he was under age - and he broke his apprenticeship, ran away and joined up. Still, if she hadn't done, I wouldn't be here writing this!

I was saddened yesterday to read of the death of Cliff Hall, the coloured member of The Spinners. We were great fans of theirs, went to see them when they came to Bristol - thought they were great. I had all their records - I'll have to have them changed to CD. A couple of years ago we went on a trip along the Manchester Ship Canal from Salford Quays to Liverpool - we were bussed back. On sale was a CD of Liverpool songs sung by Scousers in pubs, clubs etc, and one of them has Hughie fro the Spinners as well. I miss them.

So - Glastonbury is back - yet again. it isn't actually held at Glastonbury, but at a village nearby called Pilton. They had a right old time of it - a fire at another village meant people who had gone by train to Castle Cary couldn't get any further because the roads were closed. Still, they have started, and so has the mud - not as bad as last year and will, according to our local BBC not get as bad as that. On the radio - Open Country_ this morning, they were there, meeting Michael Eavis (it's his daughter who does the work), and other people who are involved with the running of it. One woman runs the luxury side of it - several tents made of gold material, with patterns all over them, each one with a double bed in it, with toilets etc nearby - cost - £7000!

yesterday when I was walking the dog, I came to the viewpoint - a lovely seated area overlooking the city - and there was a couple there taking photos, we got chatting - they came from Alaska! They began to ask questions and I ended up giving the tourist guide spiel. One of my fellow dog walkers arrive, and were introduced and said a lovely thing - just as another one arrived he said that we are like a family, we know each other's names, and our dogs' names. We never meet outside the Park, but we are great friends all the same. We had to leave then, and the couple shookhands with us. They will have a good memory to take home.

I think we are both alright. I feel a bit tired and miserable. I am also mad. A few weeks ago, I spent a week doing a survey on my radio listening. yesterday, I got a letter saying that I had won a prize in a draw as a result of my survey. I rang the number (it was free), and was told I had won a prize worth £750 a year's membership of a Fitness club here in Bath. Anyone who knows me knows that it is a waste of time - I'm your usual little old lady, very immobile. So I rang today and asked if there was any other one I could have, of course, the answer is no, but I give it to someone else (it is for 2 people). So I rang our son and asked if he wants it, he is going to ring the club and see what it is about and let me know.