As always the weather is wet, wet, wet. I cut the last of the things to go into the garden waste bin yesterday, last day collection this morning, and then took Lucy for a short walk. Met the vicar coming out of someone's house, only to hear that the vicar had found the occupant unconscious outside the house. He is a widower and is so depressed just wants to join his wife. The vicar visits him regularly and as I walked I wondered how the village could keep an eye on the man, as he is so uncommunicative and keeps to himself.
Well I had an appointment with the nurse for a MOT, and it transpired the last one was 10 years ago, but my blood pressure righted itself after three goes and my weight has stayed the same during that time. I asked the nurse what could be done about single people getting old and not wanting to live. She said something surprising, there is nothing you can really do and the person has the free will to choose. Also said that my refusal of the flu jab is quite common, the vaccination going round at the moment can only tackle three types of flu, there are unfortunately thirteen types of flu on the move.
But to happier notes. Called into the library and spotted several Elle Griffiths on the shelves, must have seen the books on other blogs and wanted to read them so was pleased with my find. Will also try to find George Elliot's Middlemarch and reread it again, it seems very 'in' on the radio at the moment. And to get back to spinning, having found some melded coloured tops to spin...
I toyed around with the idea of an e-spinner but threw the idea out when I found out the price, so my old Ashford wheel will have to do.