Nothing too exciting to report. We're both still coughing, and lack energy for more than day to day pursuits. Still, with Celia and Andy, we joined a U3A bird watching group visit last Friday to the Rye harbour nature reserve. It was grey, cold and occasionally damp, none of which helped those of the arthritic persausion. Still, we got to see lots of birds I hadn't registered before: a spoonbill, little grebes, red- and greenshanks, golden plovers and even some gannets fishing offshore. Closer to hand were flocks of linnets and goldfinches, dunlins, wigeons and many others. We each dob up a fiver for the guide, and it was money well spent. And lunch afterwards at the Bill the Conk was decent enough.
I mentioned the other day that I'd had an almost instant appointment with the doctor. I'd to wait a little longer to see the dentist to discuss repairs to a broken filling. Well, I saw him on Tuesday, and we agreed the approach to adopt. Rather than delay him further - he was running late as usual - I agreed to fix another appointment for the work. Out at reception, I was offered a slot the following day. Not bad, eh? Mind you, I'm paying a fat monthly insurance premium, so expect correspondingly prompt service. Anyway, I now have a reasonably competent set of fangs for someone of my advanced years.
I suppose our reputation as grumpy old gits goes ahead of us. Or maybe parents don't want their kids knocking on the door of two elderly ... chaps like us. Whatever, we were not accosted last night by trick or treaters, which is just as well, since we hadn't made provision.
Art group gathering this morning, and I have made a start on a piece inspired by a photograph taken some time ago by a friend. Watch this space. Martin did a seascape from a photo taken on our visit last year to Saltburn. It's good to find yet another shared interest.
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