Well, I am certainly old enough to need one! I needed to go to see my Doctor this morning - I keep a list and when there are three things on it I make a visit to see her. That took up a good hour of this morning.
By lunch time it was clear that my hearing-aid was just not working properly. I was hearing everything from a great distance and muffled at that. So this afternoon it was drive over to Richmond (7 miles away) to visit the Hearing-aid Clinic. Luckily the lady there was able to repair my aid - the trouble is that since I got home it seems to be whistling at every opportunity. So it will no doubt be aother visit next week, weather permitting as snow is forecast from tomorrow onwards.
Keep your fingers crossed that the snow doesn't begin tomorrow as it is our monthly Poetry afternoon, and missing that is not good. I need that monthly dose of culture to keep me going. (John Clare's 'January', or rather bits of it as it is very long, is on the menu from me tomorrow.)
Just as the farmer and I were getting into a sweat ten minutes ago at the non-delivery of our oil supply (promised for today), the tanker backed into the farmyard and we now have a tank full of oil. We are nearly empty and as such bad weather is forecast and both our heating and our Aga run on oil, the situation was getting dire. Now the tank is full again. The tanker-man - Eddie - an old faithful friend, delivered it. It is pitch dark and well after half past seven in the evening - so he deserves a medal I think rather than the cup of tea I gave him.