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Very Short People Or Wheelchair Users?

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The morning glory outside our kitchen door has not flowered at all this year. Until now.

Elizabeth’s hairdresser operates from the David Lloyd Fitness Club at Southampton. David Alan Lloyd (born 3 January 1948) is a former professional English tennis player and entrepreneur. He was born in Leigh-on-Sea, Essex. He and his younger brother John Lloyd became two of the most successful British tennis players throughout the 1970s and 1980s. David now runs a string of Leisure Clubs, of which this venue is one.

I accompanied my sister for her appointment with her stylist at the start of our day. While she was being pampered I sat on the bonnet of her car and watched the members coming and going, while a car wash was in operation.

This Leisure Centre and Danni’s home are both very near Southampton General Hospital. Elizabeth and I were due meet a practitioner later to discuss our mother’s care. We moved on to Danni’s where we counted a considerable amount of money taken at last night’s “Scrum Dine With Me’ fundraising event for  ‘Wooden Spoon’, the Children’s Charity of Rugby, for which my niece was responsible.
The three of us then lunched at Santo Lounge in Shirley. My choice was fish, chips and mushy peas, with water to drink.We then fought our way into the hospital car park and up to Ward G5 to visit Mum and meet Emma, the practitioner, who spent a good amount of time going through options with us and with our mother. Mum is still not medically fit to leave, so we will have time to mull over the situation.
Mum then had an appointment at the Eye Hospital which was close enough for her to be taken there by chair. Elizabeth accompanied her while Danni and I visited Rob and Helen who also live very nearby. A combination of the stages of the treatment and waiting around for a porter to transport the patient back to her ward meant that it was after six when we all said goodbye to Mum.

My bending down to insert my card into the parking ticket machine to pay the £6.20 that this afternoon had cost us, caused some hilarity. Had it been designed for very short people or for wheelchair users? Danni was unable to resist photographing my effort and e-mailing me a copy.

This evening Jackie, Elizabeth, and I dined on the Culinary Queen’s excellent sausage casserole, crunchy carrots, tasty Brussels sprouts, and runner beans. My sister and I drank W.O.Breede River Valley Pinotage 2017
 
 

The Scent Bottle

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This morning, I continued the task of cleaning and tidying the house, and separating the intruders’ belongings from mine.
My friends in Le Code Bar where I went to post ‘On The Road’, were very supportive. Laurence, even though we had not met for a year, was most warm in hers.
Lauren Nassef illustrationThis afternoon I finished reading Ivan Turgenev’s masterpiece, ‘On The Eve’. In the 1850s, when he worked on the novel, the world was about to change through Russia’s devastating war with the English and European alliance. This is a tragic love story, beautifully, sensitively, and insightfully written. The characters are well drawn, and the prose flows pleasingly. The last chapters in which the ill-fated couple Elena and Insarov spend an evening watching ‘La Traviata’ brilliantly ties up the story, for, like Verdi’s heroine, Insarov is dying of consumption.
My Folio Society edition is elegantly illustrated by Lauren Nassef.
The lowering sun cast a splendid light across the forecourt of Le Code Bar this evening,Le Code Bar RoundaboutLe Code BarDavid and customersFeet in silhouette as Duck and chipsI dined on magret of duck, chips, and salad, with sparkling Pellegrino to drink.
Before that, I had struggled to unblock the wash basin in the bathroom. This involved undoing the pipes underneath, draining off the water, and peering down the plughole which contained a perfectly fitting little round scent bottle. From beneath, I pushed it up and out with the handle of a wooden spoon.
The key to the letterbox on the wall outside has gone missing.