Operation complete

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.

Cancellation of operation, when I tell everyone that...

 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 grand day out

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.

Desperate Den

 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.

A Day Out

 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?

Preparations

 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.

Market Day

 Thursday is market day and always worth a look around.

The plant stall is always worth a look and the quality is good. The Erigeron we bought is doing well.

I chatted to the fishmonger and he says that his fish come from Cornish fishermen. We bought some halibut, it is quite rare to see.