The former is a bore but one can hope for nothing bad from it.
The latter is unconstitutional and a completely unreasonable imposition. Why couldn’t they fit you in at some more reasonable hour, say when much of the population is at work?
I have discovered that not one but two independent bookshops have opened within five miles of here during the past year. I don’t know whether this means that there are four eternal optimists living local, or that it means the market for new books has picked up.
Incidentally, does the new verbal tic of using “whether” instead of “or” in long lists of possibilities irritate anyone else? “Whether the stairs, whether the roof, whether the garden fence, something is sure to need repairs” doesn’t seem to me to be an improvement on “Whether the stairs or the roof or the garden fence, something is sure to need repairs”. Maybe I am getting old and grumpy. Grumpier.
Report from someone who goes to it as much as he can is that one of them is nice but probably not viable; the other opened last November and is an unknown unknown, so I might wander in there some time.
My GP Surgery are taking over the management of my Methotrexate from the Orsepiddle,so this is the first blood test in just over 3 months. I’m actually very grateful that we have such things onna Saturday,& a walk-in GP Service onna Saturday & Sunday too.When I get my act together (!) I will try to organise them for more convenient times, but the Surgery is Very Busy, & the building works still aren’t finished
It’s Very Good to Know that you are being well cared-for, Carinthia. I hope that the dental check-up was a mere formality xx I have a medication review with my less than caring practice, tomorrow. Given the length of time since my last review, I fully expect the hobs of hell to rain down upon me. We’ll see.
Went to the Fish Quay, yesterday, with friend H. We had a bite to eat at the Taphouse (Carinthia knows this place) and enjoyed a selection of tapas in a warm and convivial proper pub. Unfortunately, the Fishwives were silenced by a Fishbloke, who doesn’t hold with gossiping. Never mind.
DD and SiL will arrive tomorrow evening. They’ll be off to Leeds (cousin visiting) on Saturday, so I am just taking a guess as to what to prepare, foodwise. They’ll return to us on Sunday evening and DD has a Very Important Interview in Sterling on Monday but will return to us in the evening and stay until Wednesday afternoon… It’s all a tad barking, but at least we’ll have That Poodle for the duration.
Good news about the bookshops, Fishers. I do love second-hand books, but there is something about a New Book - the smell and feel, I suppose - that quickens the pulse. Sad bee
That, dere Cellarites, is the sound of a Gus bouncing off the walls. Any why is that?, I hear you ask.
Because I went to a friend’s for a cup of tea. And a napple-strudel slice and two (dolly-sized) doughnuts. And I took some florentines, result of a foray into our newly opened Aldi, for evaluation purposes. Again, only tiny, but I had two of them. That is probably more sugar than I eat in a normal week, all at once. < boing! > < splat! >
The ‘specially selected’ florentines are, in our considered opinion, really rather good. This has been a Public Service Announcement.
The Dentist had time to do what was necessary, so I have had a buckle filling & a tooth built up which had almost collapsed. The Dentist thought that it might be acid erosion, but I am inclined to think that itizz medication & stress
I gave this book to the, it must be said, rather surprised Mrs. Armrest some time ago.
The Victorian Art of Erotic Furtling meant placing your index & middle finger inappropriately into photographs with holes cut whete legs, arms “etc.” would be.
So he can, Carinthia. The Knitting Fishwife wasn’'t on shift. The loveable, but taciturn, other one made sure to gain our attention after the Fishbloke had rather spoiled our visit.
Soo xx
