Drained

Well, drained of almost an armful, that is. D and I made appointments at the same time (I'd had a text saying that stocks were low) but the first attempt at piercing a vein didn't work, just soreness and bruising, so we had to wait until an other-sided bed became available. In fact, I took over D's location as he'd already been emptied. So he had to wait a while for me - and now they don't have a sit-aboot-ery, you just get cold drinks at the bedside and chocolate bars to take away.

Forgot entirely to take a photo until we were on our way back from the bus stop when I noticed that this little stunted rowan, which I think has an inadequate water supply, has got a fine crop of berries this year.