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Thursday 28th 40F/4.4C. In the middle of a heavy rain warning. With the potential for 30mm [1.25"] total rainfall since yesterday evening and up to lunch time today. I haven't heard anything. So it may be steady rain rather than cloudbursts. Not heard the wind either. It is supposed to be gusting to 20m/s [45mph] but falling slowly.
A very disturbed night. I kept looking at the clock in case the alarm didn't go off. It finally sounded a quarter of an hour early. Followed by the phone alarm at the correct time.
7.00 I have a doctor's appointment at 8am. Ironically my right eye is less bloodshot and my nose hasn't threatened to bleed AT ALL this morning. Am I the victim of white coat syndrome? I've had breakfast, showered and dressed and its still very dark. The wind was roaring in the trees when I opened the bathroom windows to let the steam out! There will be no carefree cycle ride this morning! I just hope the car starts.
8.40 Only 61F/16C in the room. Stove lit. Back from the doctors. It was dark and raining when I left. There were large puddles everywhere, moraines of wind blown leaves and small, fallen branches. The wind whistling around the Morris. I have to return after lunch. To have another blood test for platelets and clotting. I am taking two blood thinners so that may need to be adjusted. Probably by the heart department, specialist staff at the city hospital.
I did some shopping while I was in the village. Where I bought some more sub-micro, Corny muesli bars in Dark Chocolate. The sales display design of which is so utterly appalling. That I can only assume this is a tragic case of hideously misguided nepotism. Where the precious infant has barely started at kindergarten for the educationally challenged. Before being thrown in at the deep end as Chief Designer for Corny Retail Display Vending & Packaging.
No doubt they even have their own labelled parking space at the factory. For their badly battered, pedal car. For which damage, numerous innocent nannies have already been unfairly dismissed. The spoilt infant will inevitably go on to become a scourge to society. Before dying young. From a combination of drug and alcohol abuse. I'll take a picture of the sales display packaging when I am in the village later. You really couldn't make it up! 😂
The fields and drive were heavily puddled in every hollow. Tomorrow I shall have to investigate the bæk and its perilous journey through the neighbour's embankment. Just in case. Logic suggests that the field and garden would already be awash after so much rain. If there was any real danger of flooding.
The absence of a need for waders should surely be evidence enough? If that were true then I would have no reason to go looking. Which would deny me a reason for a short walk. Which would take me past the other neighbour's fluffy, Alsatian guard dog and another neighbour's assorted chickens and goats. All of whom would be denied that special moment in their day when something different happened. Even if it was only that silly old fart. Who talks complete nonsense to them but never provides any treats.
Dinner was pan fried chicken, mushrooms and tweggs. I made the mistake of turning the eggs before fetching my phone to take the picture. A tragic error on a very basic culinary level. But, not so bad as actually burning something. Which would mean go straight to old peoples' prison!
Talking of which: I am continuing my slow rehabilitation via Netflix. No, not another S Korean romantic fantasy. This is about a chap who goes undercover into a luxury old people's home in the US to investigate a robbery. There are some funny lines but it's mostly educational. It tells me I need a completely new hobby or pastime. One involving mixing with people. I thought of NASA but I'm no good on swings. Let alone going up in rockets. I'll think of something.
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