Mrs Fez and I are Phillies fans, we went to the London games in the summer and also took in a match when we were last in Philadelphia. I don't think the standard is anywhere near as high though, so adjust your expectations in that respect. Worth going at least the once. Duggie is talking complete b*ll*x here, btw.
Yesterday Mme realized that she would need some more pills before the weekend, and as tomorrow is a holiday she better phone up for a doctor's appointment. It was 2.15 pm, and she was given one at 4.30 pm the same afternoon. It is good to see that the new UK government is trying to get to grips with the NHS, but it has a long way to go before that type of service can be achieved.
Looking at some cricket on a stream that comes from NZ. It seems odd to watch adverts that are in full Christmas mode, but they are followed by those selling sunscreen.
A long way to go to catch up with the Scottish government then - we don't have to see a GP for that, just have to order it on our online patient account and the chemist texts us when it has been dispensed.
Ah, yes, but this happens three times a year, and each time you get a thorough going over. Not possible to do that online. You are almost certain to come away with another piece of paper as well to take to the lab for a blood test to see if there is something nasty lurking within.
We get that too - but for people deemed to be vulnerable, such as me, it's once every three months. I had my last full check in September - which resulted in a change of COPD inhaler and enrolment in a twice per week pulmonary rehabilitation course. I've just finished the second week of that course, four more to go.
Glad they are looking after you BB. Because of age, I am also deemed vulnerable. I was reminded this week that I hadn't had my covid and flu jabs yet. Our district nurse, my male neighbour, seems very keen to stick the needles in me.
Beautiful warm sunny Autumn day here. Total mystery though. After weeks without, at 6.00 pm, the street lights came on.
10 Killed, 7 Wounded after Gunmen Shoot Up Bar in Santiago de Queretaro, Queretaro ~ Borderland Beat Two friends of mine were in the bar next door when this happened. I used to go there with them too, to play pool.
I wonder if Kier Starmer speaks French as I watch him talking with many at the annual ceremony in Paris. If he doesn't, they have an impressive number of English speakers for him to meet.
Back in Leeds now for a few months...... mixed feelings really.........but hope to get to a few games
Been on the phone again to my best mate, who was blue lighted to Yeovil hospital on Friday evening with a suspected heart attack. He has been in and out of there so often during the past two years, that they will name a ward after him. The cancer treatment he has received has created a whole new set of problems, this time a blood clot on a lung, rather than a heart attack. Meanwhile, I am trying to cheer his wife, who is far from fit, and not very good dealing with illness. My phone bill will be ugly.
It is a cold, wet morning here, and I will be staying inside. A similar day in England before I left has come to mind. Like many councils, ours could see that the churchyard was slowly filling up, and given time somewhere else would be needed. Before getting to look for a new burial site, it was checked out with old maps and a bone diviner, why two areas didn't appear to have ever been used. They hadn't been used, so the problem could be put to one side for maybe twenty years. The first grave to be used in one of these areas was by the side of the road, although ten feet above it. The service in the church had concluded, and there was just the final committal before people could go somewhere warm. The coffin was lowered, and the Rector was reading the set words, when he thought he saw the coffin move. No one else seemed to notice that it was sliding head first towards the green baize draped over the bare earth. Finishing at a gallop, he said goodbye to the mourners, then with the grave digger they went to investigate. Lifting the material, they found that the rain had washed the soil away into a void large enough for a coffin to move towards. Just what was this space? No one knew, until the village historian found some old photos showing a line of cottages there. Further research showed they were uninhabitable and had simply been allowed to fall down. So the coffin was starting a journey into what at one time had been someone's living room. The space is still being used, but further from the boundary.
It's precisely for such happenings that, when I pop my clogs, I will be cremated - and my ashes scattered on a hillside somewhere.
The Mothership & Sis have booked for Xmas 25 / NYE 26. A while off, but exciting times. Need time to arrange how to be the host with the most. On a footballing note, the international break chupa huevos.
