Early this morning Jackie drove me to New Hall Hospital for a Pre-Admission Assessment. The assessment was fine, but I was urged to chase up the urology photographic examination, otherwise it is extremely unlikely that the surgery date of 9th January will be met.
In the Wiltshire village of Braemore the Brakes of a container lorry had failed. It had clearly crossed the central reservation and
knocked on the door of the wonderful thatched house, Japonica.
BREAKING NEWS….BREAKING NEWS……BREAKING NEWS…..BREAKING NEWS……..
As I was drafting this I received a phone call in which I learned the name of the above mentioned examination. It is called a flexible cystoscopy. I am having one at 8.30 in the morning.
I left a message for my knee surgeon’s secretary informing her of this.
Now, where was I?
Ah, yes.
The lorry had demolished a bus shelter on the way to the house.
Shrubbery had been crushed.
A young man was clearing up the rubble.
Jackie’s observation on this incident was “that’s what I call home delivery”. After I photographed the scene we took a diversion through the forest where,
at Godshill, a velvety burnished chestnut pony tore at the holly beside a high-banked verge,
while a drowsy foal basked in the bracken.
As so often, ponies stood on the tarmac of Roger Penny Way, one stubby little individual stubbornly refusing to budge.
I stood for a while on Deadman Hill, admiring the sunlit landscape, with its distant ponies, nestling buildings, and ubiquitous trees.
Yesterday, my Canon 300 mm lens became stuck, making it impossible to adjust the focal length. We therefore took it into Wessex Photographic at Ringwood for them to send it away for repair. There will be a delay of a couple of months for an estimate, which gave me an excuse to buy a Sigma 600 mm lens as recommended by fellow blogger, Sherry Felix.
We then brunched in Café Aroma. This meant we didn’t need much more this evening. We all had sandwiches; the ladies enjoyed Jackie’s leek and potato soup. Elizabeth and I drank Como Sur Bicicleta Reserva Pinot Noir 2017. I confined myself to corned beef and Branston pickle sandwiches.
P.S. For all those who expressed concern about the occupants of the house, this is a copy of a Facebook comment from a London friend: ‘Maureen Allen This is my friends house thank god they were not hurt but still a big shock xx’