A slight difficulty in Beccles this morning, when I turned into the lane leading to the car park, and found that at some time in the last year or two, since I last used it, they’d blocked it off. Impossible to turn with my long car, and I had to back out into the road, unable to see if anything was coming from my right until I was already well out. There wasn’t, luckily, or I’d have felt a bigger twit than I did. It was more trouble to get to the other entrance to the car park than to go to a different one, so that’s what I did. Later, I managed to leave my purse behind at the café and didn’t realise until I was trying to pay in the butcher’s back here. I phoned and they’ve got it. There was no panic, it didn’t have my cards or anything in, just a ten pound note and a few coins.
My friend was feeling slightly low. He and his wife moved to Scotland some years ago because of his job, but he has to come back several times a year and, every time, he is sorry he has to leave again and is reminded of how much he liked living in Lowestoft. Partly for practical reasons, he now has to commute quite a long way each day, and the winters are long and hard, and also because they’re a long way from old friends and family and he likes this part of the country. I don’t know his wife’s take on the matter, but I think he’d move back if he can.
The Sage received a thank-you card today, from people who bought some china in the sale. People also treat the catalogues as invitations and phone to say if they can come, or with apologies if they cannot. It’s quite remarkable, how he has managed to give the impression that folks are fortunate to be able to come and spend their money with him.
Our family doctor retired yesterday. He told us, each separately, several months ago , which was thoughtful. Mind you, he’s been our doctor since we came to live here 25 years ago and we knew him before then, because his children went to the same school as Weeza and Al, though are slightly older. He’s the head of the practice here and it’s always been run very well and efficiently. The receptionists are helpful and one can usually see one’s own doctor within a day. When I first went to see him about my hip, he advised me not to have an x-ray at that time, he said that they don’t necessarily give the best indication of when you need a new one and that pain is a clearer indicator, but promised that as soon as I asked to see a consultant, he’d refer me straight away, and so he did, a couple of years later.
Some thirty years ago, the mother of a schoolfriend of Weeza took her son to see him, because he’d got some pain in his leg. She was enormously impressed and grateful that he immediately suspected osteomyelitis, which is a bone infection, referred him for tests and it cleared up quickly with antibiotics. She said, the boy wasn’t in great pain and it isn’t particularly easy to diagnose at the start, but if it isn’t caught quickly it can cause a good deal of damage, possibly requiring surgery, even bone grafts. That was the reason I asked for him to be our doctor – not that we have ever needed his services very much. Apart from a few plaintive visits about my hip over the course of two years, there have normally been five years between appointments. I have been lucky enough to be rarely ill, and so have all my family members.