It was a long, long day.
All morning at a funeral, then all afternoon in the Rheumatology Department at the local hospital.
Blood tests, 5 X-rays, consultation and a tut-tut over steroid regime. The consultant tells me I have arthitis and osteoporosis, so he wants to phase out the steroids and begin something I can't spell but is a maxte0-whats-its-name. Problem is that this also has side effects on the liver and kidneys. I really thought old age would be a gentle running down - not all these stops and starts.
We went out this morning. First to B & Q where I bought a light weight strimmer about a month ago to buy a replacement line spool. Surprise of surprises they haven't got any! Every other sort in existence but not this and it's one of their own make! I left my telephone number so that they could source it and let me know when it came in. A Mellisa or a Melanie rang to say that they don't make them, and then tried to tell me how to wind some loose line on the spool which as the spool in question is totally sealed doesn't make a lot of sense.
To make up for all this we went to Sainsburys where my beloved got a blue box with a lid, some groceries, a preparation to make her look ten years younger, 2 sandwiches, 1 douhgnut, 1 slice of lemon meringue pie, two coffees, and our parking fee back ('cos we spent over £5).
Now we are having a post prandial snooze before going out to eat this evening.
