Dear Readers, I am on the 28th Day of my cough from hell. You’ll be glad to know that I’m now on antibiotics (though I loathe the things) and even had a chest X-Ray at our local hospital yesterday, which was a fun experience. Somebody put me in a small room and told me to get into the traditionally attractive Hospital Gown. And there I sat, wondering why I’d worn socks with a hole in the toe, when I heard an ethereal voice calling my name from the main waiting room. I wrapped my gown around me, stomped out but there was no medical person there. This happened several times, and finally the X-Ray technician burst in with another lady.
“No one told me you were here!” she said. “I thought you’d disappeared!”
Literally five minutes later my X-Ray was done and I was on my way back to get dressed. What a shame for the delay, because otherwise I swear it would have been the fastest appointment ever. The NHS is a truly wonderful thing when it’s working.
Anyhow, I don’t think the 20 minute wait for a bus in both directions helped, and today my cough is tighter and meaner than before. I am cancelling Christmas as we speak. Bah humbug doesn’t really cover it.
Anyhow, I wanted to get to some photos of the splendid bird life in the garden but it refused to cooperate (as you can see from the photo above). We’ve had redwings and fieldfares, blackbirds and jackdaws, assorted finches and a full house of tits. Actually, I did get some photos of the great tit. Enjoy.
You’re welcome.In other news, the hebe in the garden next door, which was already a bit wonky, looks like it’s going to precipitate itself into the pond. It’s the shrub leaning at a 45 degree angle to the left.
I am rather moved that it is still flowering though, bless it.
And so another day ends with me cancelling all my social activities for tomorrow because I think I just need to rest. My husband is making me various combinations of lemon, ginger and honey, I have bed socks and a hot water bottle, and so things could be a whole lot worse, so don’t worry. And at least I won’t have to brave the icy pavements for a few days, it’s like a skating rink around here. Stay safe and warm, UK peeps! There are buds on the whitebeam, so at least the spring is on the way.