Passing Through on Way to Bed

Thanks for the good wishes.  I'm not as stressed as I could be about the arthritis diagnosis.  As Jill says, it gives it a name.  Besides, my late mother was diagnosed with arthritis and it was well established by the time I moved Girl Guide Troops and she had to kick the door in every Wednesday.  It is one of my fondest memories, my respectable looking mother with the creaky hip and knee who effectively was the only one who could open the door as she knew the for kicking it in.  Really it needed replacing but the church hall seemed to be fine with having a stiff entrance. 

I don't think I can take credit for bear.  He seems to be managing by himself.  He even did his homework tonight without dramatics. 

Writing stuff - for those who are interested, a re-edited second edition of the Forgotten Village will, all being well, be up and running in the next few days and will be free on Amazon.  Wish me luck, as I am currently drowning in commas.