Time was up

The Swiss Railways would have come to a halt had they been relying on my old watch. It cost me more in batteries and straps by the end. It was wonderful when I was working as the face was big enough to read. When it stopped in January I assumed it was the battery but the Timsons that sold batteries etc was ‘non-essential’ so I couldn’t get a new one fitted till the stall reopened. When it did I was upset to find it was the watch which had given up. It served me well.

I prefer a quick look at my wrist for the time rather than a fumble around for my phone so I wanted a new watch. This is what I got yesterday during my sortie into Fenwicks. I love the Danish style and it is prettier than my utilitarian Swiss Railway one but not so precious I’d be scared to wear it. ( Mr C has to keep reminding me that Swiss Army is a knife not a watch).

Gill called - we were to go for a walk but I can’t so we had a coffee in the conservatory. She brought me a couple of books for light relief (in both senses) from the 900 page tomb of Sylvia Pankhurst.

My foot exercises seem to take up a lot of time. I’m doing them 3 times a day and there are loads. So far I’m in the same pain. This palls into insignificance after a call from Ruth in Suffolk. John is in the last stages of bone cancer and has a growth the size of a boomerang. He’s maxed out on morphine and is screaming with the pain.