Vets on the doorstep

Awake at sixish, luckily went back to sleep at seven thirty, and didn't get up to make tea till nine. Got up properly some time after ten, and called Mum, who is expecting Jana today, and made a late breakfast. Calliope off at noon to get more thyroid medication from her new vet at the just opened Seafront clinic, just five minutes walk away, though Lorraine drove us. Calliope only had a chance for a few experimental howls, before we arrived. In fact we were back home inside twenty five minutes. Far less stressful than for me and Calliope driving her to and from Patcham. Her weight is good, and she seems healthy, she was relaxed in the vet's office mooching about the room, and scorning the little treats the vet gave her after he'd weighed her, listened to her heart and so on.  

Home and I had a slightly galling hour of failing to put a screw into the wall. First, finding the drill in the garage, hidden in a bag under some wood. Then after selecting the right drill bit, rawlplug and screw began drilling only for the drill to stop dead having met an undrillable material after a centimetre. Left with a big hole in the plaster, which I had to fill, and will now need to repaint, and the whole business took about an hour and left me feeling irritable.

Lunch, Lorraine made with leaves pulled from our own trug, and other healthy stuff. I mooched out after a hailstorm and popped into Morrisons to get stuff like coriander and mushrooms for a delicious meal Lorraine cooked. I started reading this afternoon, a book called The Loney, by Andrew Michael Hurley, which Charlotte had recommended to me.  Ninety pages in and enjoying it. Then fell asleep for 40 minutes.

Another episode of the excellent Shogun tonight. When not cooking lovely food, Lorraine knitting a figure of Wallace from Wallace and Gromit. 

A snap from the back door, shortly before it began hailing. Sunlight and dark clouds. Always nice.