Now it has dawned on the Southampton General Hospital urology team that I have lacked information since my procedure six weeks ago, I am receiving a plethora of calls. In today’s I was given a date and time for a telephone appointment with a urologist. I informed the caller about Nick Lewis’s call yesterday. She did not know about this and we agreed that I no longer need the new one.
In the four days since our last dump trip Jackie has filled 13 more spent compost bags with green refuse which, along with an old ceramic cistern once used as a breeding ground for mosquitos and a broken plastic plant container, we transported to the Efford Recycling centre on a much colder day with a similar, though less severe, weather pattern to that of yesterday, and, as is our wont returned with two items with more recycling years ahead of them –
a stone container suitable as a plinth when upturned, and a metal potted plant stand.
I read more of ‘The People’s Act of Love’
By late afternoon the weather had settled down and we took a brief forest drive.
Cattle and a calf occupied the verge at Pilley,
ponies having moved to Bull Hill to forage among the browning bracken landscape.
It is always advisable when confronting tractors on our narrow lanes to pull over and wait for them to pass. They are always very appreciative.
A group of pheasants crossed St Leonard’s Road in front of us
and sought camouflage in the shade of the banked verge before vanishing through the hedge.
This evening we dined on Jackie’s colourful vegetable rice; tempura, and hot and spicy prawns, with which I drank Séguret Cötes du Rhöne Villages 2022 and the Culinary Queen drank Diet Coke