While Pa was being
marvelled at by the medical students at Kingston Hospital my son and
I were obliged to wait indoors for the possible arrival of our new
cooker,which needless to say did not turn up. It was however no
punishment to be warm and snug indoors while a chilly wind blew the
spiteful rain in all directions at once, until the lane was filled
with dead umbrellas!
Still in the grip of
some nasty side effects caused by my latest medication I rang the
surgery to request a brief word with the Doctor as to weather or not
I should discontinue any or all of the these troublesome pills,it is
now seven in the evening, and I am still waiting.
My G.P is a dear old
chap,kind and caring and hopelessly out of touch with the dragons who
run his surgery.”Call me any time if you have problems with your
medicines.” he said knowing that the large doses could well cause
trouble,this is the third time I have had occasion to take him up on
his offer and so far I have not managed to speak to him once!
My concern is that
being a Friday things could get much worse before Monday when surgery
opens again...no Saturday morning surgery here me old
darlings...perish the thought!
On piece of terrific
news is that my son's fourth novel in the “Alamo” series should
be on sale by morning. Ill health,his own,mine and Pa's has held up
the writing of this latest work and with Pa going into hospital next
week the timing is perfect.
Sitting in the window
the cat Moth has the benefit of a warm radiator, a good view of the
lane and my self close enough to stroke her pretty fur now and then
,whereat upon she makes a noise similar to a tribble and closes her
eyes in ecstasy,dear puss.
With so little time
left before Christmas I confess to being a little concerned as my
health is preventing me from carrying out many of the traditional
tasks, my son,bless him tells me that as long as we have Christmas
together nothing else matters at all...how right he is.
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