All was going well. I’d finally managed to remember the name of
the clock repairer we’d used – a friend was wanting their address & phone
number. The lamb tagine is plopping away. Once it’s cooked, I’ll leave it to
cool ready for re-heating this evening for dinner. I was remembering the sight
that greeted us yesterday as we got out of our car at the golf club. Across the
street is a lamp-post. There must have
been a dozen starlings on top of it, jostling each other off in the endeavour
to make space for themselves.
I came through to here & noticed the post had come – the results
of my breast screening. They’ve found some anomaly so I’ve got another
appointment next week. Hopefully further investigation will prove there’s
nothing amiss. I’ve had enough cysts to suspect that’s all it is, but you never
know. I suppose I ought to be grateful they’ve got back so promptly but I could
do without something extra to worry about right now.
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