Nothing at all wrong with me apart from the usual getting old and going deaf stuff - all matters in hand, as they say. I am acting as chauffeur for a friend who's about to have a kidney stone blasted with ultrasound. This involves a trip to the big hospital in the next town - a pleasant enough drive of about an hour.
On the way home I intend to stop at the model shop if she's not too traumatised by the medical business and we're having her over for the night so she doesn't have to go home to a cold house to cook dinner. I'm cooking Mediterranean lemon chicken with roasted cherry tomatoes and I'll get a nice bottle of something to get sozzled with. I'm going to get some sticky buns as well. I'll get them from the little cafe where I get my meat pies.
The weather here has been absolutely dreadful for the past few days - not stormy but bitterly cold and grey and with a constant drizzle. I think a nice sunshine dinner with French jazz on the stereo and wine and sticky buns for afters will make for a nice antidote for the weather and dodgy kidneys.