St Lawrence Chuch, Bishopstone and a MOAN

 For anyone who watched the programme about Jeremy Paxman having Parkinson's, my PD nurse said today to take it with a pinch of salt as not entirely accurate . . .

On my way to Brinsop, I noticed a sign to Bishopstone church, so stopped off to see what it was like.

I'm sorry I didn't take very good photos of these, but you can get a good idea of what God's Little Acre supports at this church.

I am amazed that this carving survive (there was an identical one on the other side of the church too).  Male and female somethings!  Love them.

I think these are of the Berington family, John and Joyce, dated about 1613, but the plaque above is barely legible now.

Beautiful floor tiles.

The Jacobean pulpit survived.

Fragments of smashed Medieval glass have been made up into this absolutely beautiful window.

I cannot believe that these religious pieces were considered examples of "ritualistic worship" and needed to be destroyed.  See Sue in Suffolk's post today.  Iconoclasm at its worst.

As for the moan:  Yet again the Surgery didn't put a request for repeat prescription on automatic repeat, thus when I went to collect it from Boots, they didn't know about it.  So on Monday I had to put in a request for a repeat prescription, which takes 3 days.  Keith had two pills left.  I collected it yesterday, and noticed that the prescription was for the non-brand name medication.  It wasn't a controlled release one - my fault for not putting CR after the name of the medicine when I requested it as I didn't realize the significance.  Boots didn't have either in stock, and pointed out I needed to get a prescription for CR capsules.  I returned to the GP and saw a Dr who made me out what she thought was a script for the correct medication, upon reading the letter from the Parkinsons' nurse.  She gave me a copy of the letter.  Boots had told me that their shop in Llandod could supply the meds.  But no - got there and they refused to fill the prescription because it didn't correspond with the original named drug. I was unable to speak to the Parkinsons' nurse yesterday afternoon - she didn't return my call, so must have been out of her office.  

Result - Keith had no medication for last night and spent half of it shaking and in a bad way.   I have been up since 5.30 when I noticed Keith gone from our bed (he was downstairs as wide awake) and I daren't go back to bed/sleep as I need to be on the phone to the PD nurse at 9 a.m.  A prime example of the Butterfly Effect in Chaos Theory . . .  UPDATE: Have seen PD nurse, and have it all sorted.  Brain still whirling from all that though - should have read Medicine instead of Archaeology!