Nine Feet Underground

'...from swerve of shore to bend of bay' brings me back to the end of another week, 'Into the wikeawades warld from sleep we are passing.' What does today have in store for me?  All the usual things ranging from washing to walking with some reading and music in between. Breakfast was a bit of a disappointment as I forgot to take my almond croissant out of the freezer last night owing to a wine miscalculation. In my defence it was just too good and frankly, well, just frankly, we'll leave it at that. A frozen almond croissant defrosted in the meekrowarvey just doesn't taste as good, somehow. Won't get fooled again. (Though I probably will drink too much wine again. Thought: Is there such a thing as 'too much wine'? It's a self-regulating process, surely, since eventually you pass out and can't drink any more. Presumably that by definition is 'enough wine' but not too much? I guess it's only too much in the context of its impact on ...

How many ways to spend a day? Actually  It feels like I've been under lockdown one way or another for ever. Ahead of my operation I've been told I mustn't go out unnecessarily since last Friday and if I go anywhere where there are people I must wear a mask at all times.  Yet again when restrictions are being eased I have entered a phase of more limitation on what I can do, which only get worse from Tuesday next week. The phone rang at about eight fifteen and it was the district nurse wondering if she could come and change my wife's catheter early: she said she only lived around the corner and would make this her first call of the day.  I am happy for her to do this as it suits me.  Another new DN that we've not seen before, though she said she was returning from maternity leave and had previously worked in a different local district. The catheter change went pretty much without hitch, though the balloon didn't seem to want to give up 5ml of fluid and it took sev...