Will be looking forward to it Ragnar!
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Here's a bit more to read while you're recovering... I blogged yesterday.

). I have been "given" a sugar meassuring thingy now, which I did not have before. I now have a specialist who deals with BOTH types of diabetes that I have, AND the gout!
)
Summer in Wallasey.
Schoolholidays.
Six long weeks.
Wallasey is a small town on the other side of the River Mersey from Liverpool, in Britain.
As part of it’s history, akin to ALL small towns in Britain, either Wednesday, or Thursday, all the shops are shut after midday.
In this case, it was Wednesday.
June…or was it July? I do not really remember.
It was school holidays, and all of my friends were away somewhere with their parents. Wales was the normal place. Scotland, in the 70’s was as “exotic” as India.
It was one of those HOT summer days. The shops were all closed, and the “Main road” was as quiet as a back country lane.
The town park was less than five minutes away. My Grandmother was having her afternoon doze.
I took the “long route”.
The “main street” was so hot it was dusty. Not a shop open, not a person moved. Just GLOWING hot sunshine. Even the birds made no sound.
The pavement was heavy under the feet.
The park.
An old “mansion”, which was now an art college. Dead to the world. Baking in the heat.
Around the “mansion” through the old stable block, the rose garden, the “blind garden”…NO one. Just me, the trees and plants, and the heat.
You could smell the grass, the trees, the soil. It was as a perfume. A very heavy perfume.
The town, and particularly the park, was as if no man was left on Earth.
A small duck pond surrounded by a fence. Made dark and cool by trees. One bench.
As a lane, a stone wall on one side.
I sat on the bench. On the pond were dragon flies floating lazily over the surface. In front of me, the “lane” with an old gas light. Not unlike “The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe”.
The quiet! Still not a soul moved. Why should they move? None were there!” The heat.
I made my way back along the “Main street”. The ONLY person I saw. Mr Tennant.
A shop keeper that had been there from before “the war”.
His shop was…..
That comes later..![]()



What genre was this from? Or was it just a scene setter?





), re-arranging appointments as they add yet MORE doctors they want me to visit, then the diabetes "schooling" at the hospital for two hours every day. Which is nice in theory but they want a blood test (general, not just sugar) every day. Which means you can wait in the queue at the phlebotomists (Known as "The vampyr" within the hospital) office for an hour on TOP of the two official hours. THEN I am supposed to take an hours walk per day.


), and I know how busy you've been. Stop by when you have time. Making a living is hard enough when you're not stuck heading to the hospital every day or so.
). Try and keep fruits and veggies (or if you're a carnivore like me, cheese/meat and crackers), by you whenever you can. You'll find you'll munch more than you'll actually eat, but you'll be able to tell the doctors that you have been eating a bit more.
) experience with blood tests and drink drivers, the amount in her system would not have made me tell her to leave the car, go home and sleep it off, let alone charge her for it!


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