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A DAY OF sunshine and showers.

PD rings at one point, demanding to know if we’re playing out this afternoon, and he’s somewhat miffed to discover that no, we can’t come up to the Pub, because My Good Lady has got an appointment. Her bi-annual blood pressure check.

It turns out to be okay, but PD rather gracelessly complains that we should have made the appointment for some other time.

He’ll no doubt be even more put out when he learns that we have other appointments this week.

On Wednesday, for instance, we have workmen coming to replace our old central heating boiler with something more efficient and up-to-date. The young chap who came to inspect the thing last week exclaimed that our boiler was older than he was!

On Friday I’ve got a carer’s meeting which I’d like to go to if I can arrange for someone to come and sit with MGL for the afternoon.

Meanwhile, too, the tree man comes along to inspect a couple of trees that have rampantly overgrown their place in the back garden. We’ll need to stay at home for that, too!

It seems for a while we may be unavailable to keep our friend company – much, I know, to his disconcertion.