I’m sitting here yawning my head off, for no good reason. That’s the trouble with yawns of course. Once you start it’s hard to stop.
And there are things I ought to be doing, not least among them a trip to the doctor’s to pick up my prescription and to check on the annual ‘flu jab programme. I asked last month but this surgery, like so many others, has little or no sense of the future. ’Oh, some time in October’ is not really much help when you’re trying to plan the weeks ahead.
I suspect that they’re hedging their bets so’s they can do the swine ‘flu jabs at the same time. Which is fine, but I’d really like to have notice of that so’s I can schedule two days of down time to allow for any reaction. And there’s no firm information yet as to who will be first in line to get the swine ‘flu jab.
It all feels like a classic Fear, Uncertainty and Doubt operation to me.
Graham’s been packing stuff away, leaping up and down into the loft with things he wants to get out of our living space. And, on the side, working away at Dolly’s mats with scissors and brush. He’s decided against using electric clippers, finding that he’s making more than enough progress the old fashioned way. I confess I’m rather relieved at that, for Dolly’s sake.
Me, I’m just smiling through the days, letting it all happen. It feels as though I have quite enough to do just now with cooking and shopping. I don’t want to get too much involved with my own projects while Graham is settling in to his.
