Squirrel V

Antony? Is that you?   London, Hyde Park.  (C) PJ Croft 2016

I’m watching Doc Martin at the moment, with the war veteran who has a friend called Antony, who happens to be a squirrel.


I seem to be feeling the cold much more this winter than I have for a long time. I’m sure everyone’s noticing it too. Off to a warmer climate tomorrow, thank goodness.


It means I’ll be away for the census next Tuesday. We’re supposed to let them know. I’ve phoned the number given on their web site four times so far at various times of day, but the answer’s always the same — “We are experiencing a high volume of calls. Please phone back later.”

I’ve had no letter, no caller, so as far as I’m concerned, I won’t accept any fine. They can take me to court. This census is looking like a debacle at this stage judging by the radio chatter.


I was disappointed today to get a phone call from SCGH Eye Clinic cancelling my appointment due to a staff member off sick. I’ve been waiting a couple of months for that, as I want to know if my cataract needs an op, and so that I can get measured for new glasses. No point doing that until I know what my vision is going to be like.

So now I have to wait until mid September. And late September is the earliest I can get in to see the gastric band surgeon again, to ask if he can do anything for me.

This waiting is terrible. We have problems, but we have to wait months for appointments. My first consultation with the gastric surgeon was in April and it’ll be nearly October before I can know anything more. Six months! This is pathetic.

Anyway, apparently the CAT scan showed no slippage of the band, but that I have large gallstones, and a kidney stone in my right kidney. That’s reassuring. Not. I believe they can be dissolved these days. No doubt I’ll find out soon. Let’s hope I don’t find out the hard way.


I’ve also been having trouble with itching on the back of my hands. I asked the doctor about it and he recommended olive oil based soap.

OK, I was in the chemist for other things today and asked if they had anything. Yes they did, and I paid for a cake of Goat’s Milk soap with olive oil without knowing the price.

Not until I got home did I discover that it was $8.99! No way, it’s going back tomorrow. You’d have to be a goat to pay that, and it’d be money down the drain anyway.


St Eustache 1

Holy Trump. Let us hope he doesn’t win. (C) PJ Croft 2016

Words that rhyme with Trump:

  • Lump                             Sump
  • Hump                            Bump
  • Frump                           Rump
  • Dump                            Jump
  • Pump                             Low IQ Idiot

The man’s an air-head. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about in foreign affairs, let alone US affairs. He changes his position within a few minutes. He lies and lies and lies. He insults everyone except the gun totin’ white men who like him. He’s dangerous. It’s hard to imagine a clearer choice between him and Hillary. Let’s hope those lazy US citizens get out to vote.


Speakin’ of gun totin’, Texas has passed a law allowing concealed weapons to be carried on Texan university campuses, and forcing universities to allow it.

that means anyone in your class could have a gun under his jacket and you have no way of knowing or objecting. Amazing. If I were a lecturer, I think I’d refuse to proceed unless all guns were left outside the door. Fat chance of that. What a crazy country. They have gone insane. I mean it.


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