We’ve had to get used to having things shoved up our noses lately, what with lateral flow tests before having guests to our table, and a PCR test on Sunday. That was interesting: I’d to drive into a tent down the hospital service road and drop the window, whereupon a nice young woman came and did the necessary. This was the necessary precursor to today’s follow-up to last May’s ENT appointment (it should have happened in June, but modern times, eh?). I’d been rather dreading having a camera stuck down my throat, even though I knew we weren’t talking Hasselblad proportions. As it turned out, the fibre optic was maybe 5mm wide, and not in the least uncomfortable. Nothing sinister found, thank goodness. And if, dear reader, you ever need the same procedure, you have nothing to fear from it. Specially if you have someone loving like Martyn to drive you there and back.
Nice surprise yesterday: neighbour Rowena rang the bell and handed me a bag containing some very exotic chocolates and a bottle of local wine. Far too generous, given the modest catering we’d done for them: their apparent enjoyment thereof was reward enough. But it’s so good to have such likeable neighbours.
It has been a fine, mild day here today, but given the afternoon’s agenda, I couldn’t motivate myself to go gardening. It is all looking rather bedraggled, but I’ve hauled down most of the runner beans, and will try to get the rest out. We are drying some hydrangea and sedum heads for winter arrangements, and I might do a few more before the frost finishes them off. Fortunately, most of next door’s oak leaves have landed in their garden. This means that we have copped most of the willow leaves, and no shortage of silver birch ditto from across the road. The strong winds of a few days ago have pretty much stripped the leaves from the cornus, so we have some fine colours when the sun shines. Much as I love the autumn colours, they just serve to remind me of what comes next.
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