Today’s news is more or less a continuation of yesterday’s, except that Helen is here. She came in the early afternoon, with an old friend from her Birmingham schooldays, and swept through the kitchen, putting things right. She says I don’t look entirely well – that was good news. Usually, when I am feeling my feeblest, someone will pop up to tell me how well I’m looking. She established by telephone that there is no hope of a Romanian cleaner (see Friday) this week. And next week I'm going away. 

 

I didn’t go out, but I did get a couple of important things done – writing a cheque for a lawyer, moving forward with arrangements for cat-feeding. The sort of un-done chores that agitate me in the darkest hours of the night so it was good to polish them off.

 

No, I don’t see a doctor regularly (comments, yesterday, and especially weavinfool). The practice rings up when it’s time for me to have a vaccination. That is about the only contact we have had in the past two years. I am reluctant to go in and complain of vague symptoms when GP’s are being worked to the bone, as they are just now, but I agree that that fall changes things somewhat.

 

An old and dear friend rang up yesterday, reproaching me for not having phoned her when I was lying helpless of the kitchen floor, and also offering to come around and sort out the Arne & Carlos sock yarn order (see yesterday). Computers are putty in her hands. But I was too cross to try again. I think you may have suggested the answer, Joni: perhaps they didn’t want spaces in the middle of the number. I’ve got more sock yarn in stash: I’ll go ahead with that.