A mirror and a phone call

A large round mirror arrived this morning, to much excitement - JR has hunted high and low for the right one. But it only had one flimsy looking hook, so Archie and I went down to the hardware shop to find something more suitable. Archie drags me in there, because he gets a treat. I didn’t find anything more suitable, so we went with the flimsy looking hook. And it’s fine. 

The specialist who suggested I try the pills I’m about to stop, rang, as arranged, today, two months later. The pills have done nothing for me, but thankfully didn’t have any nasty side effects. He doesn’t know what to do next, but gamely suggested I actually come and see him personally, before he admits that he doesn’t know what to try next. 

I had a parcel to return, so needed to pop down to the wee shop that prints off return labels. Archie and JR came too, it was such a nice day. No wind, sunshine, perishing cold though. I love the outline of that church. It’s got so many amazing features, all squashed into a small footprint. The others went further for a brisk walk while I walked slowly (uphill) home to watch tennis.