Wired

Mr C went for his hearing test but apparently it’s not at the stage he needs hearing aids. Mmmnh. Selective deafness then.

It was a gorgeous day but I couldn’t go for a walk as my foot was too sore. I rang the surgery to check my referral for physio as they said physio would do a phone interview before deciding if I could see a real person. GP reception said it had been done and gave me the number of the privatised organisation that arranges appointments to check. More “Chummery “. They said the referral had just arrived - what a coincidence. They’d be in touch.

I read my book in the sun “The Vanishing Futurist” by Charlotte Hobson set in Moscow in 1918.

My Blip is the tulips, protected against the deer. I think I can remove the wire soon - the deer prefer the succulent new buds and these green and white ones are coming on nicely.