At a time like this, when I am waiting to see the specialist again about my tendency to slip into unconsciousness at the drop of a hat, I really need my friends. And by this I mean both all my blog friends and my friends near at hand 'in the flesh' so to speak.
Today a very old friend who lives in Kent and who is up here for a few days staying with her son and his family has spent the day with us - and what a lovely day it has been. I can assure you that there have been very few breaks in the conversation. Once I knew she was coming I hurriedly put together a chicken and sausage casserole with peppers and mushrooms so that it could be popped into the Aga without interrupting our chatting.
A whole day without once thinking about how suddenly my condition has worsened after more than two years of good health - that has bee very comforting. In addition my specialist rang and I am to see him on Thursday afternoon, less than a week after the incident occurred. So at least I can talk to someone about it.
My son has also lent me a Fred Vargas novel - 'Wash this blood clean from my hand.' Do you like detective novels? If so, then do try the Fred Vargas ones.
My friend and I walked down the Lane with Tess after lunch today and I saw that the gorse was in bloom. I looked at the bush yesterday and there was no sign of blossom. One warm day and it has come into flower - always early to bloom and always a welcome sight.
It is set to get colder as the week goes on, but we have appreciated the few days of warm weather. Spare a thought for those terrible bush fires on the other side of the world in Australia and Tasmania.
Even as I write people are losing their property and in some cases even their lives. Maybe our climate is not so bad after all.