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Busy morning at work including an emergency walk in that cocked up the whole clinic. One week post cataract, gentleman woke up with shooting pain and could no longer read. Of course you have to check everything with such dramatic symptoms and everything in the diary gets put on pause…
Twas a hypochondriac with a dry eye. Harumph
Didn’t see much the blue skies as straight down to Kelso after work to fit some curtains for my mum to try and cheer up the bedroom downstairs that’s she’s now in. Stairs are a long way off so making her feel more homely in the spare room.
Obviously forgot to blip the actual curtains but Bluebellgray jolly fabric looked mighty fine even if the white curtain pole I had bought was too bloody short. However the original wooden looked fine so back to Dunelm it shall go.
Back up the road via Herbie who made us Chicken Balmoral. Haggis, in a chicken, who knew!