I saw my doctor this morning. I also saw DD#2 and The One Year Old (granddaughter) who was having a cough seen to. Although I am at her house every Tuesday and Thursday afternoon babysitting The Seven Year Old until The Twelve Year Old gets home, I don't think I've seen her since Christmas Day. Anyway, apparently I am in tip top health as Dr Duck didn't say anything to the contrary. I was a bit worried, while he was taking my blood pressure, when he looked down and almost imperceptibly shook his head. I tried not to hyperventilate when he placed his frosty stethoscope on my chest and said, "Deep breaths." I felt I was playing catch-up as he moved it from side to side and front to back and I gulped air like a fish out of water. He insisted I make an appointment for my yearly check-up before I left his office and insisted I have it within three weeks. His receptionist was a bit put out and told me she's booking check-ups two months in advance but did find an opening for me on the 23rd of this month. I then scurried away with my new prescription for blood pressure medication clutched tightly in hand. One thing I noticed was how old my fit, young doctor is looking. As he got close to strap on the blood pressure torture......I mean cuff I was surprised to see how puffy and wrinkled his face had become and when he did the face the floor thing I had a lovely view of his thinning, grey hair and growing bald spot. The poor fellow isn't ageing well. I wonder if he should see a doctor.

I checked on my yarn parcel and am happy to report that it is now in Richmond, BC. Now it just needs to catch a ferry to The Island, be sorted in Victoria and trucked up island to me. Anyone care to wager on what day it arrives at my door?

The Twelve Year Old was suspended from school for one day (tomorrow) for fighting. Apparently the six bullies who beat the crap out of him last year surrounded him at his locker and when he tried to push his way through them he was shoved back into the lockers, knocked to the ground and one of the little shits sat on his head. He was able to punch one of the bullies in the face before a teacher separated them. When I asked the Vice Principal what punishment the bullies received she said, "They're not bullies. Their behaviour is bullying." I won't tell you what else I said as this is not an X rated blog. If it happens again I will pack up The Seven Year Old, head straight to the school and rip that bitch a new one.

I think I've calmed down sufficiently to go to bed now. Good night.