Thursday

Clive had another kidney stone this morning. The last time he had one was just as we were going to bed on Christmas Eve 2018. We still talk about that night.

Luckily, the stone appears to have sorted itself out, fingers crossed, but it disrupted this morning.

Eventually, Florence, Hetty and I walked into town for the last market day before Christmas. We bought a shed load of cheese. Probably too much.

Hetty will always find a stick to carry home. The one in the photograph was yesterday's. She eventually navigated around the three walkers and they were charmed by her.