A little trip out

Yesterday was a ‘meh’ day. We had a funeral to go to, but I wasn’t keen, so John went on his own. And then it was a trip to the hospital to have his eyes checked for an adjustment to his glasses. Prisms, don’t you know….. so that when he looks squinty-eyed at something it still looks straight to him, Amazing, technology, isn’t it?

I had been planning and looking forward to a ‘girls’ chat in the evening with the college crew but, what with one thing and another, not everyone was available so we decided to postpone our Zoom session until next week.

All in all, it was one of those days that felt like there wasn’t much to report.

Today, I did some more ‘hurkle-durkling’ (19th-century Scots), i.e. lingering in bed long after it’s time to get up (Susie Dent’s Word of the Day, of course). We had planned to take a trip into Birmingham to take a tour of the Rag Market. But, when it came to it, John wasn’t keen. With his hip and knee playing up, it wasn’t the ideal activity, so I went on my own.

I didn’t get off until lunchtime, but I had a good run into the town centre. However, they aren’t half pulling the centre of Birmingham about, so the roads you used be able to go up, you can’t, and detours are in place. I didn’t park where I thought I might, so had a few minutes walk to the market, in the end.

Had a lovely mooch around the fabric stalls though, looking for suitable material for a blouse for Dawn’s wedding outfit. I picked up a few samples, but I’m not sure how well they’ll look and whether they’ll suit. We’ll see. Fingers crossed there might be something – otherwise, I shall be making another trip out. Well, I don’t mind – it gives me something interesting to do!

Of course, on the way back, I wasn’t so lucky with the traffic and found myself sitting in the M6 Car Park for about an hour……. not far in front of me there had been an accident, so all traffic came to a standstill and we waited patiently as they cleared the road. It didn’t look too serious when I eventually drove past, so I hope no-one was hurt.

Once I was home, I had no energy to do anything very much, so we have just sat and watched the box this evening. Mind you, I do like a bit of Winter Olympics, so I feasted my eyes on ice skating and drank lots of Prosecco. It was lush.

John, meanwhile, not content with getting up every half an hour during the night to go to the loo, is now finding that the daytime and evening are following suit. It’s not great, so I phoned the consultant’s secretary this morning to see if we could get an appointment to discuss the situation. “Hmmm,” she said, leafing through the diary, “I’ll put him on the list for a March appointment. That’s the earliest I can do.” And I had to be satisfied with that. John wasn’t so satisfied, so I said I’d phone again next week and chivvy them along a bit – see if we can get something sooner. Poor John, he’s exhausted.

Take care everyone. Time’s short, isn’t it?

The government’s official website reports 83,053 infections of COVID today; 254 deaths and 1,596 hospital admissions.