13 December 2021 (Monday) - A Day's Leave

I felt like death warmed up when I went to bed last night but after a couple of hours sleep I was still wide awake at half past two. I managed to get back to sleep but was woken by the shop over the road getting a delivery at five o’clock. Here’s a tip – don’t get fresh stuff from the shop over the road from me. Their beer selection is second to none, and they have the most obscure crisps. But anything fresh is delivered to them between four and five o’clock in the morning and left in a crate outside where it stays until the shop opens at eight o’clock. We’ve found (from bitter experience) that a bottle of milk from them lasts four days less than the same milk from a shop that doesn’t leave it laying about outside for four hours.

 

I opened my Advent Calendar, set a load of washing going and sparked up the lap-top. A few days ago the McAfee thingy had an update and now whenever I try to do anything at all with the lap-top I get a message saying “McAfee is speeding up your app” and it takes ten times longer to do whatever it is supposed to do.

I eventually got on-line.

I sent out a couple of birthday wishes then had a look at the Internet. There was a lot of bitterness being vented on one of the Sparks-related Facebook pages where younger people who have only recently discovered the group are feeling that people who have been fans of the group forever are being “gatekeepers”. One chap was whining that he feels that he is now one of the older fans having become a fan in 2006. Having become a fan of them thirty years earlier I kept quiet.

 

I set off to the local hospital. As I drove the Minister for Health was on the radio spouting endless speculation about the new omicron variety of COVID following the Prime Minister’s address to the nation last night. Am I being cynical in wondering if Mr Johnson is blowing this new COVID strain out of all proportion purely to divert attention away from his own conduct?

As I drove the touch screen in my car was playing up again.

 

I got to the hospital, braved the sour-faced old biddy at the door, and it wasn’t long before I was with the specialist who had done my nasal re-bore two years ago. He asked if I minded if he shoved an endoscope up my nose. Bearing in mind that was why I thought I was there I was all for it. His endoscope was hooked up to a TV screen and we could see that the polyps have returned, and were blocking about ninety per cent of my airway (they come and go - today was one of the better days!). He said that it was up to me, but if it was his nose he’d have them removed so I’m going under the knife again in January. He also said I should have a CT scan and an MRI done, and seemed surprised when I said I’d had a CT scan done a couple of weeks ago and have got an MRI booked for Wednesday.

As I drove home the touch screen in my car was working fine.

 

We took the dogs round the park and had a very good walk with no “episodes” at all, and Munz-ing as we went I managed to unlock a Qrate and was rewarded with a cactus cubimal. There’s never any mucking about when playing Munzee, you know.

 

With the dogs walked they immediately settled when we came home, so as they snored we drove down to Newenden where we met father in law and his wife. Today was his birthday and we had a rather good pub dinner and catch-up.

We stopped off at the Old Dairy Brewery Tap on the way home to get some supplies for Christmas, and also at the pet shop for dog food before coming home for a cuppa and a slice of Battenburg cake which was only three weeks past its sell by date.

I then got the ironing board out as no day off is complete without an hour’s ironing. As I ironed I watched the Gavin and Stacey 2019 Christmas Special. “er indoors TM” pretended not to watch it but had to go off to her bowling before it ended, and she left me instructions not to delete it from the Sky-Q box.

I then watched the first episode of “The Witcher” – a sort-of cross between “Harry Potter” and “Game of Thrones” on Netflix. So far it seems rather good.

 

And just as I was about to publish today’s diary so my phone pinged with a friend request on Facebook. “Ocie Bailey” wants to be my friend on Facebook and she too is running a Whatsapp group featuring nudey ladies without any clothes on.

I’ve squealed her up to the Facebook feds… I wonder how long it will be before they tell me they intend to do nothing about it.

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