A blog for heart matters and natters.
Two years to the day since I lost my senses of taste and smell.
I have got used to it by now, sometimes I can almost smell a random small selection of things, garlic, perfume, toast. Other days nothing. So something must work occasionally. But one taste that has always been completely blank since this started is mint. Toothpaste has absolutely no smell or taste at all. I hope that it comes back and then all the others might return too.
But it pours.
Lots of heavy rain today. A good day for the cinema followed up by fish and chips.
We bought a small fig tree and put it in an available pot but now it needs replanting so although not dormant it seems a good time to put it into a bigger pot which will suit it for a number of years. I wonder how many before it starts to produce edible fruit?
Lots of apples to pick this year. We have tried to wrap them and preserve them in a cool place in previous years when we had too many. But this year we have a new small freezer so we are cooking them until slightly soft then either blitzing them up or leaving them as they are. When cool putting them into containers and freezing.
Each to their own but I honestly fail to see why anyone would still wear a mask. I had to wear one all the time in hospital, which is the most likely place to get Covid. But to see people walking down the street in the open air wearing a mask makes me realise that the utterly dreadful media in this country have a lot to answer for.
The BBC is surely discredited in everything it now does. Their biased news is now shown to be be scaremongering and untruthful. Defund now!
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.
