Bluebells on the Hillside

The weather forecast was set fair for this morning, so when I woke up at 5.30 am, I decided to take advantage of the 'golden hour,' and headed off to The Outwoods with Basil to find out if the bluebells were still looking good.

Cloud drifted in, so I didn't get enough of those golden light shots. The bluebells clad everything, and in truth, I think they have just passed their peak.

Home by 8.30 and decided to get an emergency appointment with a doctor about my eye, which has been bothering me since March. It's red, stings, and vision is a bit dodgy, plus I have to wear sunglasses in strong sunlight.

I was very pleased to get a lady doctor who I trust. She told me immediately that I have Iritis and packed me off to Eye Casualty at Leicester Royal Infirmary straight away.

I asked Len for a bacon sandwich and a lift to LRI, arriving at the clinic just before 12.30. It was warm and stuffy today and I hadn't had much sleep. I nodded off in the waiting area and almost missed being called by the nurse.

Various nurses called me in at different times for spurious checks until I finally got to see a doctor at 4.15. I left the clinic with a prescription for steroid eyedrops at 4.30. I got the impression that he wasn't 100% sure about the diagnosis. When I told him that the antibiotic ointment I'd been prescribed for conjunctivitis before we'd gone away to Morocco had really inflamed the eye, he seemed a little happier.

No hot water in the taps over the sinks. In the operating theatres, they have to go outside to scrub up, which is far from ideal.

A refreshing cuppa at the WRVS and then buses into town and to Shepshed arriving home at 7.30 to release Basil from confinement.