7.06.2024 Pardon my chattering teeth! 😧

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  Friday 7th 51F/10.5C. Cool and bright. Some sunshine this morning but with showers later. A very wet weekend is promised.  

 The flower garden seems to be hidden behind a wall of Rosebay willowherb! Pretty, in flower, but much too bold.

 Up at 6.15. Our hero was wandering around at 2.30am closing all the windows. They had all been on the catch. For ventilation during the warm weather. It has dropped to a steady 62F/16.7C indoors. Which was below even my tolerance level. For sleeping under the thin, summer, down duvet. I quickly donned a thin jumper to stop my teeth from chattering. 

 The greenhouse should have been helping but hasn't. Due to the cloudy and wet weather. It is currently showing 55F/12.8C out there. My tomato saplings will not be happy! The ogres sheltering in their canopy will be shivering too.

 Plans for today: First I have to turn up at the surgery. To beg for an emergency blood test. Then I have to do some serious shopping. If I can't get out to shop after the procedure. Then one, or more of us, will have to eat the other! And I don't fancy my chances.

 My supposedly healthier diet has me in a bind. I would normally fall back on frozen chips. With something else, but I haven't touched them for days. They and my handful of crisps with lunch. Were described on YouTube. As the most toxic food available to mankind. Other than takeaways from the glistering, Scottish, litter mountains of course. Just to add insult to injury I have frozen my olive oil in the fridge. It has become an opaque, crystalline, solid, super-fluid! Silly old wotsit! That was not what they meant by "keep in a cool place!" Anywhere else in Chez Hovel would do. 

 11.00 Returning from a heavy shopping trip. The supermarkets are slimming down. I had to go two more villages over just to find a Coop. Two nearer branches have closed due to heavy losses by the retail giant. The Coop is always well staffed. While the claimed discount chains employ the bare minimum. Those who are occasionally visible are increasingly often children and immigrants.

 I managed to get an appointment at lunch time for a blood test. The Morris Minor expert and I discussed the intermittent electrical problem. He has offered to replace the fuse holder with an original,  recycled one if the problem continues. Ironically, the indicators stopped working as I drove home again. Only to restart. 

 13.30 I generously gave a four vial donation of blood at the surgery. They were colour coded. So I don't think it was a matter of simple duplication. I shopped heavily both before and after. To ensure the larder is full for next week. When I may not be fully shopping fit. 

 No cycling is allowed following the procedure. Due to its intensive nature one presumes. [The cycling. Not the op.] Rather than a nod to inadequate drivers raising the cyclist's pulse. 

 I really must ask whether marathon washing up sessions qualify for abandonment. I am still waiting for my promised AI all purpose, household robot. It still seems as far away as a Tesla car for the common man.  

 It was too cool for salad. So I went with a fry up. Chicken, mushrooms and eggs. The yolk mopped up with a bread roll.

 

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