The Sage got up to use the loo at 6.30, which woke Ben and he barked to go out. So I – yes, darlings, the Sage was ruthless about it – got up and walked into town rather earlier than expected. It’s not very far, not quite a mile and a half.
News about Ben’s owners – Gill is finding it much easier to get about the bungalow using Andy’s wheelchair and not trying to hop around with a walking frame. Andy isn’t too well, having developed an infection. His health is precarious and Gill asked the nurse to contact his consultant rather than just give antibiotics, which might not be appropriate. When she said the full name of his specific condition – a three-word phrase which I’ve forgotten – it was clear that the nurse wasn’t familiar with it (not surprising, it’s very rare) and was taking the situation seriously.
I’ve not done a stroke of work the last week. I’ll be sorry any day when it all catches up with me, but right now I’m feeling very okay about it.