I saw the Consultant this morning, and he has put me on steroid eye drops because I have an infection in the oil gland(s?) inside the eyelid. This is week 9 . . . I recall that wonderful Spike Milligan epithet for his tombstone - "I told you I was ill"!!! He wasn't allowed it in English so had it in Irish Gaelic instead! It didn't improve until I had last week's antibiotics and still isn't fixed, so these drops should do it.
I had a good morning tieing up the grocery shopping in Llandod with my appointment, and have pretty well done a two week shop. Two chicken breasts, a small tray of 5% fat mince, stir fry veg and sauce, two smoked gammon steaks (several meals from all of those), and a big 120 Earl Grey teabags as it was on special offer (£1.40 off). More cat sachets too, as the little ratbags have suddenly started turning their noses up at Felix - and guess who bought an 80 pack of those last week!!
Two nice pieces of copper from the shop which is usually shut, and I treated myself to a new Codeword book as down to the last 25 in my current one, as well as an orange Sanpelligrino, as I was thirsty and that's my favourite cold drink.
I've just had a local walk but my heart rate for some reason was very high, so I cut it short.
I shan't be making Sloe Gin this year, that's for sure!
This was my indulgence for forcing myself to do the Fair on Saturday, when I really didn't want to. Plus finding I had a little bit of extra money in my card payments - except that still hasn't come through yet. I have to wait for delivery until the 14th Oct, as I think this is sent to Amazon from the States.
Now back to the curtain making . . .
Looks like rain is heading this way.
Today's podcasts was another one from Three Ravens, which was ending half of the Dorset podcast, then one about Unicorns from their Bestiary.
