Snoopy and Charlie Bro

Off to visit my knee man this afternoon. I'm always impressed how efficiently everyone is moved from waiting room to waiting room, taken off and weighed and measured and then to the specialist. Not much time hanging around. Though why I need my height measured every single time I go there is not immediately clear, as it doesn't vary much...

Well, the MRI scan confirmed the surgeon's suspicions, and so keyhole surgery is on the horizon. On a further away horizon than I would have liked - three months away. But at least I'm on the list now. More grimacing grinning and bearing it.

I was a wee bit early at the hospital, but I had a sudden urge for a packet of Licorice Allsorts, and managed to eat them without feeling sick. But that was only because nine of them - NINE! - were left - 'orrible BROWN ONES! What a swizz. In a pack of about twenty different types, What are the chances of that happening?

I spent a bit of time looking at a lovely exhibition (they have some marvellous original art work on the corridor walls). It was 'A Year Out' by Jenny Richardson. As a young child living in Libya (her father was in charge of the main hospital) she contracted polio, and was sent back to Scotland on her own for a year. Sweet little paintings, remembering her frightening time there, and even some delightfully decorated colourful letters from her dad that a kind nurse had carefully saved for her. Really enjoyed it.

Sudden dark clouds and rain as I waited for the bus home. A rainbow appeared. I like all the components in this shot. I actually asked this lady to take a step forward, thanks. (What a cheek!) She was happy to oblige.