A blog for heart matters and natters.
September already. The garden is beginning to go over into Autumn, some flowers are finishing. But whilst we seem to have done poorly with the green beans, the apple trees are totally full of ripening fruit.
I don't seem to have had to cut the lawn much this year, perhaps I am just getting lazy.
I was phoned on Friday that my operation time was changed. Instead of coming to the hospital at 12.00 could I be there at 8.00? Of course!
I was there is plenty of time, along with a few others. As it turned out I was the third of three to be operated on that morning. The first chap went in at about 9.30 and was allowed to leave at 15.30. I didn't go the the theatre until 12.30...
The trouble then was that I had been allowed nothing much to drink since before midnight. So it meant that I was dehydrated, However I was eventually allowed home at 19.30. So only an hour more than the first chap but what a long exhausting day.
The hospital phoned to say that my operation on Monday was unfortunately cancelled. I didn't ask but I suspect that it was due to Covid or isolating due to someone in the operating team being pinged.
What an idiotic idea the Track and Trace is showing itself to be.
Also what a totally useless piece of tech the smart phone is proving to be. Quite simply the worst invention ever.
A trip to the hospital allowed us time to go to the shops in the morning.
To wear a mask or not to wear a mask? That is the question.
Not.
One of our three year old grandson's favourite things to do is making a den and playing transformers.
All well and good except I have to also fold myself up tightly into the same tiny space. The contortions to get into position are difficult enough but after an hour or more of being curled up, it takes much longer to extract myself.
After very recently being able to cuddle our grand-daughter since she was born over eighteen months ago, we had a day out. We were allowed as our son and daughter-in-law were given the all clear from their Covid tests.
Whilst earlier generations had reasons to be negative about certain countries and/or regimes, I wonder if this generation will come to think ill of China for inflicting Covid on the world?
We had a delivery of a cot bed.
No, not for us directly but in preparation for our son, daughter-in-law and baby.
Well, baby is not strictly true.We are hoping to see our eighteen month old grand-daughter whom we have only ever seen on zoom.
What a terrible time that Covid has caused.
