'Did you hear that?' somebody asked.
'I really don't know.'

But thinking deeply, I remember a disaster that happened yesterday. I am so ashamed about this event. I took my scoot mobile to the shops, and my little doggy, called Smokey.

We mainly went to get certain things in the post office, I always leave the scootie outside. And I just take the dog in to prevent theft. I got what I needed, put them in my backpack.

Near the post office is an expensive plant shop. I wanted to buy some flowers for hubby, Robert, as he was ill once more.
Why the heck did I go in with the scoot mobile and Smokey? I think and know I forgot to use my brains. Maybe I was too tired to think, with the long hours I make.
Anyway, the pair of us ruined a lot in this shop. I landed on my bottom, so the shop assistants hauled me up.

When the boss guy arrived, he asked immediately if I was insured. I hesitated shortly, then answered. I think if he had not just come at that moment, I might have got off with a lighter sentence. We will never know.

The biggest cost will be for a crack in fortified window. But our insurance will pay for this.

Robert worries sick about it. I think he is depressed.

He is so handicapped after his operation, had two pneumonias, and hardly eats.
I am now trying to get advice from his dietician. She knows him well. And he trusts her.