'By the old Seamill Pagoda...

...lookin' westward to the sea...'


Strictly speaking it's probably a gazebo, but never mind, it's the Kipling that came to mind. To the coast this evening to meet with my lovely colleague.  

Earlier a coffee with a lovely Blipper who's just achieved her first milestone. The conversation was so engaging I was almost late for my final appointment at the hospital where the charming Michelle put my through my  paces on the treadmill.  She said that 'ladies of your age' are only expected to do 5 minutes at most, but that I could stop at any time.  So I did 10 minutes just for good measure and would have carried on but I was getting a bit bored.  So the outcome is that I am as fit as a flea, angina has been ruled out completely and I can take a pile of medications back to the pharmacy tomorrow. Actually, I went cold turkey five weeks ago and have been feeling so much better since. 

The Prof comes home tomorrow.  Off to round up all the dirty dishes, discarded underwear and general mess in the house.  Don't want him to find out I'm really a slut.