On the way back from today’s run, three ducks waddled past me, in the middle of the road. Years ago, on the M40, near the junction with the M25, there used to be a large fence in some nearby woods, with graffiti reading “Why Do I Do This Every Day?” in huge letters. Well… the ducks are why.
Earlier today, I woke at 6am, but feeling refreshed. I decided to go & see J at the hospice, knowing that it was a long time before she’d see anyone. I had to gently wake her but she was very pleased to be woken by my freshly-shaved smiling face. I had a cup of coffee and she had some pomegranate juice (don’t ask) that I’d brought in. She seemed a little better today, considering she’d been woken for the second time that morning. Still couldn’t make much sense of the anecdotes she was relating but the sentence constructions were a little better.
Left to go on to Banbury, to get tropical fish medicine, and gravel for the dinosaur garden that is under construction by us. Worried about the choice of “Golden gravel” at B&Q but then reasoned that a T.rex would be unlikely to give a damn. For some reason I have vision of the predator swinging a handbag on one its tiny forelimbs and saying “Golden? You got golden gravel…?!