Tuesday, 26 November 2024

Safely home again

 


Middle of the night - of course.  Big Boys have Gone Out.  Or at least, are sat in the front hall contemplating the cat flap, which passes for the same thing.

I'm glad that I set off early as I got to the Hospital exactly on time, having been relieved to find that the A438 at Letton had been opened again, having been closed still the evening before.  There was standing water but only a few inches deep and passable. Lots of water still on saturated fields.  

I wasn't looking forward to the Scan as it said about dyes involved and a canula in the arm.  A little old lady went in before me and I could hear the Doctor's raised voice (was she hard of hearing?) saying, this next bit isn't very pleasant, and when she came out she had a canula in the front of her elbow.  Fortunately, when it came to it, they didn't with me (perhaps because I had written on their form that I had allergic asthma?) or perhaps because it was just a general check such as Tam has had due to ongoing UTI's in the past.  Anyway, I was glad to be out and on my way and drove straight to Doughty's, the patchwork shop, for some retail therapy.  I did actually HAVE to go there for some more off white fabric for Gabby's quilt border.  I had to buy 2 metres to get the length I needed, so there will be plenty left over for other projects.  Of course, I looked in the remaindered fat 1/4 bins and chose a handful of patterns which spoke to me, and half a metre of a neutral fabric and design to make cushion covers for Christmas gifts for local friends. I lingered at the Liberty corner for a while (£17 a metre, but SUCH pretty patterns).  They had a little smocked dress hanging up which someone had made, and the pattern beside it.  Oh, JUST the thing for Rosie.  I have never done smocking (but always wanted to).  I looked at it carefully - lined bodice, gathered skirt.  Hmmm, I could do that - it didn't look too difficult.  So perhaps . . . .

Then I went to Curry's to pick someone's brains about tv aerials, but the lad I picked on was about as much use as a chocolate teapot.  The girls are here today so they can look at my Amazon Black Friday choice and tell me if it's worth spending a bit more to get what I need - e.g. a fully functioning tv.  It is my one form of entertainment, so I may as well have it Working Properly.

I nearly didn't stop at Dunelm, but thought what the heck, and bought some Crackers (there's me pushing the boat out, I NEVER buy Crackers as I think they are a shoddy waste of money) and a couple of gifts.  We are having a frugal Christmas but these wouldn't break the bank.

Finally, on to Breinton Farm Shop for apples, where I spent £9 on four BIG bags of apples - Russets and Ashmead's Kernel, my favourites.  I was chatting to the lady there about the flooding and she was saying that there were fields under water now which have just been sold and earmarked for new housing.  How stupid is that?  Hereford floods badly at the best of times and to actively build new houses on the floodplain seems plain stupid to me.  

One nice extra was being able to watch the Firework Display on the Showground for the first night of the Winter Fair there.  Lots of farmers with their livestock and Gareth Wyn Jones down on a jolly and interviewing folk. I follow him on Facebook - he is a powerful voice for farming and farmers and I have to say, it is scary looking into the future and what this abysmal Government have planned for Wales - no wonder they have slapped inheritance tax on farms again - all part of the great no-holds-barred "rewilding" project as apparently we no longer need farmers to grow food, nor worry about Food Security if there is another world war (looking quite possible too).  How does that blardy well work then?  No wonder they've been pushing the plastic food of veganism down our throats and declaring "food" can be Laboratory Grown. One word - Blackrock. Keith used to be my political filter - now I get it first hand and it's scary.  


Photos later - I have uploaded them from the camera, and now they have disappeared.  I give up . . .

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