HipHop2 +9 and counting. Another day another something or other. What really is there to report? The boys are playing golf today. Not me obvs. Another autumnal day out there. The apple trees in the garden are pretty much stripped of leaves, a few hardy stalwarts hanging on in there. Out there. Up there. Tomatoes continue to ripen in the greenhouse. THG picked the remaining greenuns and left them on a shelf and they have slowly been turning red. Nature’s gift that keeps on giving. A single pink rose provides colour around the arch near the apple tree and raised beds.
Last night’s visitors amounted to a/the cat at 22:16, 00:36 and 00:41 and fox at 03:13 and 06:14. The BIG NEWS is we had a hedgehog at the lake at 00:36. By 06:14 it was raining.
The arrival of the hedgehog on the scene is very exciting. Having downloaded the lake cam media from the kitchen window the first thing I did after getting dressed was to hot foot/crutch it to the lake to make sure there was no hedgehog in the water. If a hog did enter the water it has a couple of exit points including the ramp at the entrance and the jetty at the far end, near where Brian fishes. No hedgehog there to worry about. Wondering whether it is the same little guy I rescued from the hole in the patio near the conservatory. Quite likely.
Anyway this is good progress and, I’d like to think, a dividend of the rewilding that has been going on in front of the shed. Earlier I’d checked the cctv as I do only to see a spider building its web in front of one of the cameras. You can see it in timelapse. If I get around to it I’ll put together a short vid of the process. I’ll also go around the cameras brushing off these webs. They are only visible at night but I don’t want them there.
Flurry of phone calls this morning. Firstly an expensive, ten grand, cockup by the hospital where I had the hip done. They’ve invoiced the healthcare company with the wrong treatment descriptions and dates which Vitality has not recognised as a preauthorised activity. Sigh. It is all sortable. Just a pain that I have to do it.
Then I called the Bromhead hospital (now known as The Lincoln but if yer from around ere it’s the Bromhead) as they had sent me an email saying how excited they were about me coming in to see a physio on Friday, i.e. tomorrow. I thought I was going the following Friday. Turns out the physio from The Park Hospital had called the physio from the Bromhead and arranged it. Nobody told me! So now I’m seeing Clare who is the same physio I saw last time and not seeing Gabby Dunn who THG thinks is the sister of Harry Dunn and daughter of Pete and Caroline who we know. Harry was a good cricketer. Probably still is.
Now I’m on the phone to the dentist to book an appointment. Every thirty seconds I have to press 1 to continue to hold. Wtf is that all about. Just answer the effin phone. Given up. I’ll call back later. Called back and immediately got through. What’s more I got an appointment for next week! Unheard of. Not complaining.
Three red arrows just flew over in tight formation and then a minute later flew back the other way.