So, despite our ambitious trip to the sweet shop yesterday, I’m still largely bedridden. K put me in the car for a wee drive this afternoon but to be honest it was all a bit much for me. This must be what it’s like to be in an old people’s home. At least I’ve got Antiques Roadshow to look forward to. And possibly Songs of Praise. Although sometimes it makes me act up – especially if nurse has forgotten to give me my orange pills.