In the event, the doctor called at about three o’clock yesterday afternoon. The business was carried out quite quickly and my prescription will be waiting for me at the desk on Monday morning. No mention of my seasonal ‘flu jab so I’ll have to make an appointment, just as I tried to do on Thursday.
Enough of that except to note that we lost the entire day over it.
“We’ll break our ‘not on a weekend’ rule and go to the dump tomorrow,” I said.
But that’s not to happen either, for we are to visit Graham’s mother briefly today so that Graham can re-tune her TV for digital. Apparently it did work but now it doesn’t. That’s a user problem description that used to fill me with horror. Ah well, if anyone can fix it Graham can, though I suspect the true problem is that the dear lady needs careful instruction on the operation of the thing.
We had one of Graham’s favourite meals for our dinner–sliced corned beef, cauliflower cheese, and boiled potatoes. Graham sighed, said that the cauliflower was perfectly cooked and that it was the best meal he’d had since going down to Somerset at the beginning of the summer.
I avoided the obvious jibe: ”So, what was wrong with the potatoes, then?” and thanked him for the compliment nicely. He’d returned his plate scrubbed clean with the last piece of bread, and that’s all the thanks I need anyway.
The great de-matting of Dolly is just about over and done with. Just a couple of small pieces on her chest and we’re down to an inch-by-inch inspection to be sure we’ve got the last of them. She’s been really rather well-behaved throughout, allowing for her habit of standing up and stalking off in mid-snip as thought to say “That’s enough for the day, chaps.”
The next slash and burn operation is to clear the back garden and stack all the detritus in a skip ready for recycling. It’ll be a relief to get the air and light into the back of the house, and so see the size, shape and lie of the land so’s we can plan our new garden. I think it’s bigger than it seems at present.
And we’ve decided that the hall, stairs and landing, painted white at the beginning of the year, look cold and bleak in the dimmer light. They’re to be repainted a ‘light mustard’. I wait with happy anticipation–’mustard’ is one of my favourite decorating colours and this is the first time we’ve come to use it in any of our houses.
Looks like we’re gearing up for a general assault on the house.
“Can I take ‘before’ pictures for my journal?” I asked.
“No.”
“Ah. Say what you mean, why don’t you?”
