Today is Sunday 24th May

or what is left of it!
The time is 7 pm now and I sat down to access my blog an hour ago. I think I’ve caught up with all the pingbacks so far for today’s 3TC.

It has been an ‘odd’ day.
Not exactly getting up late, but Hubby had heard that the DIY shops were open and he wanted to get some batten.
We have discovered the culprit eating our seedlings, one very cheeky blackbird (the one that had my solitary strawberry last year probably), so he wanted to put up a screen door.
Driving into the town was not too bad at all, and bearing in mind this too is a holiday resort, the roads were quiet. We had a little bit of shopping to do, so did that first, one shop stop then down for wood.

There was no queue as such, but you had to wait to be invited inside. Hubby said it was dreadful. To say everything was tired and stocks were low was the understatement, but then the shop has been closed for almost 2 months, so the spiders probably were miffed at being disturbed. He did get what he wanted, but the cost was almost double what he expected to pay.  Still, one length of wood will be used to replace my current clothes prop which is too short!!
More on that project later.

On the way home, we noticed the chippy on the corner was open so as it was now almost 1pm and well past dinner time, we decided to treat ourselves.
The place has had a facelift outside which is actually very inviting compared to the previous tired paintwork, but I didn’t recognise any of the three staff, and the fryer is not the relief guy we’re used to. We’d heard that it had been sold, so maybe this was the new owner.
Prices were OK, scampi was £4, plain sausages £1,  fishcakes £1.80 each, and regular chips £1.90, so our meal came to £8.70.
As he was shovelling them on, I asked him not to overload the chips because we wouldn’t eat them all. I’m glad I did. They looked like they were yesterday’s, tasted like yesterday’s and were cold. Hubby’s fishcakes (he was given 2 as they were tiny) were tasteless, and the dog’s sausage no bigger than a chipolata and oozing with fat. My scampi, cooked fresh to order, was OK, but a little overdone. If I wanted tartare sauce, that was extra.
We won’t be going back for a good while (if at all) to give them chance to find their feet, or if they are caretakers for the owners we’re familiar with, our regular guy to come back.

This afternoon then we have been out in the garden making a screen for the greenhouse.
While I walked the dog, Hubby cut the wood to size, and I made a cuppa when I got back, then we set to.
We had some garden mesh already, so the plan was to make a frame, cover it with mesh, and slot it in the doorway.
The finished frame fitted a treat, a little tweak on angling the top corners to slot in, and we were ready to staple the mesh to it.
All that done, I offered it up and it didn’t fit.  Who would’ve thought that a fraction of an inch of mesh would make a difference, so Hubby had to undo the top and shave a bit off.
All back together, and it was good, though a bit loose now. He put a handle on the outside so that I could manage it and put a clip on the centre bar of the frame that slots over the door and stops the screen falling inside.
Result!

I’ve walked the dog round the block again and met up with a guy who had a knee op 18 months ago that went horribly wrong though the doctor said it was his own fault as he didn’t have to have the operation in the first place! (This is The Head Honcho Ass in case you were wondering, he who has put Hubby in hospital twice with mis-prescribed drugs and wrong diagnosis)
He’s a nice enough guy but doesn’t ‘do’ social distancing and try as I might to keep 6 feet away, he either slowed down to let me catch up or crossed over to the same side of the road I’d just crossed to. Unfortunately he’d seen me, or his dog did, when I was coming past his house so I couldn’t exactly turn on my heel and retrace my steps without appearing rude.

We have also had to bath the dog’s nether regions as she’s got another UTI, so I shall be phoning the vet on Tuesday. Hopefully they will do a repeat prescription for the antibiotics she had before and put them in the post.
Here we go again, just when things had settled down.

Ho hum.
Keep safe everyone

About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! We have an elderly dog called Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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12 Responses to Today is Sunday 24th May

  1. fransiweinstein says:

    I’m surprised someone hasn’t sued that so-called doctor for malpractice.

  2. I hate when I pay for food and look forward to getting it and it’s lousy! Argh! Poor Maggie. Always something.

  3. murisopsis says:

    Some antibiotics can “kill” the bacteria that is causing the infection as well as the good bacteria in the intestinal tract – resulting in diarrhea. Let the Veterinarian know that Maggie has had diarrhea and is just now back to normal – perhaps they will prescribe a probiotic or maybe live culture yogurt…

  4. Carol anne says:

    cold fish and chips, ewww! I wouldn’t go back there! 😀 Do you meet many dog walkers? Walking the dog is good for meeting people I always enjoy it! 🙂

    • No, we haven’t been back and don’t intend to . There are a lot of dog owners around us and we see a lot of them pass by our window. Some days we see no-one, other days we see everybody!

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