Well it clearly didn't happen for tpm last night, as the reader will deduce, this blog is not being presented from The Algarve due to the Euromillions failing  to recognise my selection over someone else's.

The journey around the Wirral found me in Lower Village, Heswall, where tpm located his offspring and family out for breakfast at a local tea room. Delightful.

Thus, another day at chaos healthcare; its a strange quirk if you ask me, the idea of being a delivery person. I thought the idea was - the customer orders, the item(s) are duly selected, packed and ultimately delivered by tpm and his colleagues. Those items are then dispensed  in a forthright fashion to the sick and needy. However, in tpm's lot, it appears that the customer orders, the items are selected and duly delivered by tpm, only to find the next day, many of the said delivery is returned as unwanted..

Aah well, tpm is still holding out for that jackpot and until that time arrives, finds himself at the mercy of the 'strainers'.

A beautiful day weather wise today, afternoon temperatures soaring to a healthy 73deg F. Veggies have been duly attended to, satiating their thirst before tpm's spirits were also boosted by a good old fashioned golden brown brew.

So yet another day draws towards an end, surviving the chaos is to be seen as some kind of achievement and a special thanks is yet again due to Mrs. TPM for her advice and supply of the 'sock bandage', considerably easier walking today. Three weeks and her good self will be back where she belongs and I, tpm, for one, will be mightily joyous!