Book swap

Miss Traill’s volunteers bring in books to swap. I found this one and it’s nice light reading. I haven’t picked up a novel since May. How is that possible? When I got my diagnosis I spent every waking moment learning about what it was and what would happen. Hopefully I have finished treatment and can get on with the rest of my life.

We walked up to town and I signed a form at the doctors giving permission for them to discuss my health with Bob and our daughter N. I totally understand confidentiality but sometimes it gets in the way of good care. Lately I have been trying to find out information about those who have now passed away and all I get is a blank wall. When Bob’s mother died at an early age they didn’t (wouldn’t tell us) until she died. We could have visited and said goodbye. What did she die from? No one asked (except me). I was very upset.

The rest of the day was spent sorting out winter and summer clothes. We don’t have space for them all to be out at the same time and I’ve been searching where I put cooler clothes. This afternoon I have been gardening. Weeding around the dahlias that are just poking up through the soil. Now I’m going to read for awhile before cooking dinner.

Our thoughts are with those in Florida at the moment. Hurricane Milton sounds scary. We used to have a horse called Milton. He was a Welsh Mountain Pony stallion and had the nicest nature. I rode him bareback all over the farm when I was a teenager. His proper name was Retford Astronomer.