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what's so fearsome about that?
Feb. 21st, 2023 10:32 pmToday has been an unusual shape.
I was supposed to see the diabetes doctor instead of going to yoga, but he rang up a bit before eight to cancel and ask me to rearrange—which was fine. Unexpectedly, there were spaces available in the class so I got to go to yoga anyway. My bosom muscles will be complaining tomorrow. Well, they did last week. Yes, apparently I have bosom muscles. Lots of planks with half-presses followed by full presses will force them to reveal their presence.
I've been having earache of late, and had planned to ask the doctor to take a look this morning, but since that was no longer possible and I didn't want to have to wait another two weeks, I went to the walk-in clinic at about 11.15am. At about ten past two, I got in to see the doctor, who was delightful and careful, and concluded that yes, I do have a middle ear infection. So, prescription obtained.
Beast had walked into town to meet me, so we went for a very late lunch in a nice Italian place at about three o'clock, where he had cheese fondue and then pizza, and I had baked mushrooms and then frilly pasta with purple pesto and green beans. All very good. Pausing at Boots, where *four* people at the Prescriptions counter ignored me completely, we went back to Boy's place, for I had parked in his garage, and thence home. Beast went up to our regular pharmacy, where they do not ignore customers, and has brought me my Amoxycillin.
Pancakes this evening: I chickened out of actually making them, and bought some American-style ones in Sainsbury's yesterday.
But, woe! While we were eating our pancakes, we saw a mouse scamper from the kitchen along the hall. We pursued, but in vain. Back to the pancakes. Ah, the mouse! We chased, but again, failed to see where it had gone. One might think that a single small rodent ought not to be able to outwit two fully-grown and reasonably intelligent human beings....
Eventually, we cornered it in the coat cupboard (having emptied out all six pairs of wellies, the vacuum, and another pair of wellies in a bag) and chased it into the downstairs shower room, where Beast managed to trap it beneath a waste paper basket. Sable—who was undoubtedly responsible for there being a mouse in the house in the first place—having just gone out into the back garden, I released the mouse at the front.
Pestilent cat.
I was supposed to see the diabetes doctor instead of going to yoga, but he rang up a bit before eight to cancel and ask me to rearrange—which was fine. Unexpectedly, there were spaces available in the class so I got to go to yoga anyway. My bosom muscles will be complaining tomorrow. Well, they did last week. Yes, apparently I have bosom muscles. Lots of planks with half-presses followed by full presses will force them to reveal their presence.
I've been having earache of late, and had planned to ask the doctor to take a look this morning, but since that was no longer possible and I didn't want to have to wait another two weeks, I went to the walk-in clinic at about 11.15am. At about ten past two, I got in to see the doctor, who was delightful and careful, and concluded that yes, I do have a middle ear infection. So, prescription obtained.
Beast had walked into town to meet me, so we went for a very late lunch in a nice Italian place at about three o'clock, where he had cheese fondue and then pizza, and I had baked mushrooms and then frilly pasta with purple pesto and green beans. All very good. Pausing at Boots, where *four* people at the Prescriptions counter ignored me completely, we went back to Boy's place, for I had parked in his garage, and thence home. Beast went up to our regular pharmacy, where they do not ignore customers, and has brought me my Amoxycillin.
Pancakes this evening: I chickened out of actually making them, and bought some American-style ones in Sainsbury's yesterday.
But, woe! While we were eating our pancakes, we saw a mouse scamper from the kitchen along the hall. We pursued, but in vain. Back to the pancakes. Ah, the mouse! We chased, but again, failed to see where it had gone. One might think that a single small rodent ought not to be able to outwit two fully-grown and reasonably intelligent human beings....
Eventually, we cornered it in the coat cupboard (having emptied out all six pairs of wellies, the vacuum, and another pair of wellies in a bag) and chased it into the downstairs shower room, where Beast managed to trap it beneath a waste paper basket. Sable—who was undoubtedly responsible for there being a mouse in the house in the first place—having just gone out into the back garden, I released the mouse at the front.
Pestilent cat.