Oct 24, 2007 22:18
Yesterday our second choice York house (the smokestack) has been withdrawn from the market. And today ExMemSec went to see a nearby one that looked really promising, but turned out not to be.
Oh fnuf!
Fnuf, oddly enough, is also the word to describe ExMemSec's uncle at the moment, who has a collapsed lung, and the air has gone into his body (sounds like one of those medical impossibilities which children whisper to one another, but it's true). The treatment is working, which is great. But the poor lad has been pulled between sorting out crisise in York, supporting frail mother to the West Midlands hospital, and looking forwards to a Very Grumpy Muuranker (as I am having the other hand operated on tomorrow). He wants to be in three places at once.
health,
york