Again.
So Jools goes off to do her Chinese thing at the Riverside Centre, and I am to drop her off, as at nine I am to have a blood test at the surgery in the village.
After coffee, as is civilised, I take Jools into town dropping her off near the centre, then back up past the Castle, along Reach Road to the village, but turning right to the coast instead left to home, so I could check on the Dover Patrol Monument and its Autumn Lady's Tresses.I parked and right away I could see the turf was short. Indeed it had been cut in the last few days as clippings had not been collected. And the orchid spikes all razed just as they came to peak flowering.
Bastards.I drive round to the surgery to wait for my appointment, then go in and sit to be called.
We have a chat. Me and the nurse. And I am doing the right things, maybe too much bad stuff and not enough good stuff, but getting there. Truth is, my weakness is not beer, but wine.
Anyway, my blood was red and will be sent off. I go home to make a brew and make breakfast.
There is always podcasts and videos to catch up on, and as I have always been easily distracted.
I scarified the lawnmeadow, so much so it now looks like a lawn. I collected the small twigs and leaves from the hedge trimming.
Jools was going to walk home from town, but it was half eleven when I got a message to say she was leaving town.
I asked, strongly, she not walk all the way home, so it was I went to pick her up at the dogwalker's layby on Reach Road.
Back home for lunch and brews, followed by a relaxing afternoon, partly sitting on the patio, but the breeze strengthened and temperatures turned autumnal, so much so when we went back inside I closed the back door to stop te draught.
For dinner we feasted on Tesco's finest Greek spiced lamb, hassleback potatoes and fresh steamed corn.It was, needless to say, another triumph.
The evening continued to be chilly, dark by half eight, and I considered putting the blanket on over the duvet.
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