Increasingly sunburned clouds sped across the dawn skies over Christchurch Road this morning
as Jackie drove me to Lymington Hospital for my flexible endoscopy. It was just my luck that this procedure was carried out by a beautiful, slender, Italian doctor.
There is no apparent damage. I delivered a report to my GP in Milford on Sea, and the urologist has undertaken to write to my knee surgeon with recommendations for the next replacement operation.
Elizabeth completed her move into her new home today.
This morning’s procedure rather knocked me out for much of the day, so I had to defer a planned trial of my new lens in good light. At the last possible moment Jackie and I sped off to Mudeford to try out the 600mm monster.
There wasn’t much of a sunset itself,
but, at the dying of the light, I had fun seated on a bench watching geese skeins, sometimes keeping to the familiar V formation;
sometimes unravelling, as they left our shores;
and, coming in to land, gulls gathering together, purposefully preening.
This evening Jackie and I dined on her delectable chilli con carne and delicious savoury rice. She drank Hoegaarden and I drank Alzar Malbec 2017.