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22 May 

Friday afternoon and all’s well – for now at least. Tomorrow could be interesting seeing as we are planning to go to Rainham, but that might go by the board if our prescriptions don’t turn up today. They were due for Wednesday delivery but didn’t show. Jan has called them and the driver is on his way around with them, but they can’t say at what time he will get here.

Tomorrow will be an early start, very early start, and I’m not looking forward to it either. I tend to sleep poorly when I set the alarm that early and with the traffic chaos I’m expecting on the M11 and M25, on the way and back up here, it could well be a bit of a stressful day. The last time we went down there we were in and underpass on the M25 and we had an artic right on our bumper flashing his headlights and blowing his horn for us to get out of the way. We were at the reduced 50mph speed limit and we were not going to be bullied out of the way.

Jan was driving at time and she was very nervous. We have joined the car-cam section and I’ve been thinking of taking the one we currently use for filming the birds out back, and setting it up on the back screen. I’ll see how Jan feels about it later.

I mention the other day that our kitchen and living room would be a lot darker with the scaffolding and plants set up; I was right about it too. Just to add to it we have put our nets back up as well. They don’t cut light down much but it has made a difference. Yesterday the scaffolders asked us for a brew, no problem with that at all seeing as there was only the three of them.

The roofing gang is a lot larger though, but it seems they have to provide their own drinks on site. But those scaffolders are from Mersey and I was going to ask them today if they had to drive down every day or if they were staying locally. It would make a long day if they were coming down every day. Well, they haven’t shown up today, which was a surprise really, there’s still a lot to do around here.

Today’s photo … 

Another tulip.

And toady’s funny …

 A manager goes into the physio's room to visit a player with an injured knee. The manager says 'I can give you a cortisone injection'. The player replies 'It's alright boss, I've got a Sierra'.