The Strange Country, 1940.
Richie got me out of bed quickly as I was having stomach cramps, which were painful and caused spasms.
We were both glad the transfer was fast, nothing happened until I was placed in the Carendo shower chair above the toilet.
What a relief, brilliant that we got there at the right time, after a lovely shower I felt good, right now sitting in the front room writing this is pleasant.
The dogs are both waiting for Richie to get home, he has just gone to collect a parcel, these days now the post offices are gone all parcels get left at a shop.
Tuesday we were surprised to get a note in our letterbox informing us that the post had tried to deliver a parcel, shame they did not ring our bell.
The paper stated we could collect it on Wednesday, Richie went there yesterday, but could not get the parcel.
As the woman in the shop decided that as well as his identity pass, he also needed to have a letter addressed to him.
Riche got so wet in the torrential rainstorm that he did not go again yesterday, he went today and anther person dealt with him, who did not need to see any envelopes.
So seems that the person he dealt with previously had got out of bed the wrong way, and was taking it out on the customers.