The night was not too bad and I awoke with one thing on my mind: more prescription chasing.
This was for T’s cyst which had taken a turn for the worse over the last few days and grown in an angry fashion. So it looked red and malevolent (as opposed to malignant).
Yesterday, Ali had taken it upon herself to suggest a visit to a hospital was in order. I suggested ringing 111. Which is what she did. So as I arrived back from my lunch she was chasing up 111 and waiting and waiting. And waiting a bit more. She was triaged to speak to someone more expert and to upload a photo. And after a long while, she received a call back from a duty GP.
We were at home by now. But the upshot of it all was that I had to collect antibiotics from Wallingford Boots on Sunday morning.
And this is where I was earlier today. I must sing the praises for Boots who had downloaded the prescription antibiotics and I could leave almost before I arrived. With a pot of magnesium sulphate paste, also, which may draw it to a head and thence out.
But we have been instructed to watch it for signs of spread.
So H had to wait for her walk and T stayed in bed. All day. He was not poorly. He raised his head and opened his mouth every so often to take in some delicacy or other I offered him.
We returned to Pangbourne for the walk which was in the most beautiful weather. The Thames was high, flooding onto the launching platform where geese and swans gather. It was also carrying all manner of debris.
We headed for love in log where we had a love in. In the sunshine. The grass was much drier than two days ago and the cormorants were reduced to four.
Some lady was very excited to have seen eight, yesterday, until I told her of my twelve the day before. There is nothing like squashing people.
We had soup for lunch and a piece of fish later. I fed T his antibiotics and dribbled magnesium paste over the cyst. It’s no worse and it does not hurt him.
Ali and Fleur are in France saying farewell to Le But and the many happy hours, days and months we had there. They are staying at Gayot in Bagnoles de l’Orne tonight. In St Malo tomorrow. Unfortunately Gayot’s wonderful restaurant is closed tonight, but, hey, that old stalwart, The Lido was surprisingly open. It’s half term hols in Basse Normandie. All two weeks of it.
Thought for the Day
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