|Spring Tulips - a gift from my friend|
I’ve just got home after a trip to the supermarket to stock up on supplies. Youngest daughter is home from base for the weekend and is due round for Sunday lunch so roast chicken with all the trimmings will be on the menu.
The weather is much milder, the sun is out, and I can definitely smell spring in the air. February is a fickle month and I know this spring like weather can disappear in an instant.
I was fitted with some new, expensive hearing aids last week. They are almost invisible so I can tie my hair back now without feeling too self-conscious. Unfortunately the automatic volume was tuned a little too high and each time Paul spoke to me I asked him to stop shouting. I jumped out of my skin whenever the ‘phone rang and every clattering noise in the kitchen made me wince. I could probably have heard a pin drop. I got them adjusted by my audiologist yesterday and the sound quality is now excellent. I can even hear the clock ticking. Technology has improved considerably since I first had to wear hearing aids as a young woman. I just wish I could get them to translate foreign languages for me.