Over the years I've wondered whether I should adopt a personal motto. The Christie clan badge we have says our family motto is Sic Virilis (Thus I flourish) although a better Latin translation might be Sic Viresco. The Christie clan is, apparently a part of the Clan Farquharson whose motto is 'Touch not the Cat Bott a Glove' (bott means without), which I rather like.
But I've always liked the wise words of Julian of Norwich, a mediaeval monk, 'All shall be well and all shall be well, and all manner of things shall be well'. I like the optimism of that.
Of course, I'd have to translate it into Australian - She'll be right!
It's a miserable day outside. I'd like to be staying indoors for the day but we have an appointment this afternoon to get our Covid injections, so we'll rug up warmly and brave the elements.
I had a 'phone call yesterday morning from a fellow who said he had been instructed to install some grab rails in our bathrooms. I agreed to a time and he arrived. "Who's paying for this?" I asked, cutting to the chase. "You pay for the rails and Aged Care pays for the fitting." He was quick and efficient and the rails look great. I expect I'll eventually receive a bill but I'm not holding my breath.
I'm still waiting to hear what is happening about the electric lift chair and bed that were recommended. I'm assured that I will be contacted 'in due course'.
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