I succumbed today. I thought I was through the worst yesterday, but woke up today hacking up stuff that shouldn’t have been there. I went for a walk this morning, in beautiful sharp frosty conditions and after 4 kms I was no good for anyone. So we both went and registered at our new doctors, I was given a mid-pm appointment and the next thing I know I’m walking out with 7 day’s worth of antibiotics. Brill. Can you imagine living in a country (let’s chose the US) where some people can’t do that, because they can’t afford it? Who have to suffer with an infection and hope that their bodies can cope? Well done the NHS and the nurse practitioner who had me in and out of the surgery like I was on a skateboard.
Yesterday we drove to Dorset to spend a Chritsmassy day with C’s middle sister – which was fun. They both read a lot and her husband loves Sam Green. You can’t tell me that enough. And, do you know what? After a couple of weeks of poor sales (say one book every 3 days) I’m now back in the money: somewhere between 2 and 4 books a day. I can’t tell you why, except it’s the holidays and maybe everyone’s reading. Whatever it’s good news. I’d forgotten how much I’d missed it.
Jan and James have eventually moved all their stuff out. We have our v expensive Siemens washer/dryer coming in a minute (John Lewis – returns. Always ask. They have a warehouse of stuff which is 25% off) and, having spent £50 on a fridge/freezer that came off a back of a lorry, we had a new one of those arrive today. V nice.
The next couple of days are for sorting stuff out, and then we’re off to old pals of ours for New Year (v posh: dinner jackets. I can’t find one of those – it’s somewhere, but I have a suit. That’ll have to do). And then skiing! Hurrah! Hopefully by then the tablets will have done their stuff.
C, by the way, is fine. She’s built of sterner stuff. That’s good news then.