Going out.

 First of all, I wonder if I shall appear in technicolour today.   Yesterday the coloured stripe didn't show until I put the post up on my blog,, so I have no way of knowing at present.

I have had a morning out - really the first since I came out of hospital and I have really enjoyed it.   As befits such a 'treat' I was showered and then put on my best cashmere jumper and cardigan and chose a pretty scarf for the neck.   My carer made sure that Priscilla was stationed by the garage doors and that the key was on the outside so that I could lock the door into the kitchen when my taxi came.   It was dead on time and I was at the bottom of the drive.   Priscilla was easily folded and put into the boot of the taxi and we were away - only a ten minute drive and I arrived at my destination - the Medical Centre.   Hope you're not disappointed at where I was going - anywhere 'out' is a bonus these days.   Added to that my friends B and V were there to see the doctor too so we had a lovely socially distanced chat while we waited.   My taxi went home and I had instructions to ring the driver when I was ready to be collected (half an hour later).

Heart and blood pressure checks followed and the outcome is that I have to see a heart specialist - but I am still here and still blogging - not breathless, not in any pain so shall continue enjoying life in as much as one can in these covid days.

Home again, my fantastic Carer had left me a lunch in the microwave and I had a quick pud of soft apricots, brazil nuts, a banana and a dozen green grapes.   Now it is 'put on a post before Escape to the Country' - technicolour or not.

So what to write about.   Well Max Hastings writing in today's Times talks about how some things have become so obsolete as to be almost laughable.   He starts with 'the briefcase'.   Who carries a briefcase in these days of the laptop?   Whereas the good quality briefcase used  to be almost a status symbol these days nobody wants one.  To this he added bowler hats, watch chains and gold-nibbed fountain pens.  (I remember asbolutely coveting a gold-nibbed fountain pen - the gold nib was very important).  I am sure we could all go through our possessions and come across things which used to play such a big part in our lives and now are no longer needed or wanted and have been cast aside.   Have you anything to add to his list?