Bomb shelter

A beehive bomb shelter in the lady’s garden I visited yesterday. Apparently used in Ireland, no one can explain why she has one in south east England!

A busy day, the first for a long time. I had coffee with the lady whose husband was discharged from hospital in July, on palliative care. He is on oxygen 24 hours a day, has cancer just about everywhere, and is improving! Still has carers four times a day and bed bound. She is leading a strange limbo life, but said it was good to talk with someone who really did understand!

I walked Dog before going out to lunch with Moira, then collected my prescription and popped into the deli to buy some of their better class ready meals. Later I went to a tyre place, and they ordered two tyres, to be fitted on Monday. Finally a car wash, in and out, I wonder how long it will stay bright white, going up and down the motorway every day.

Finally settled to some tv, a series recommended by Daniel. We don’t always like the same things, Lucifer, which he loves I found trite and badly executed. But, Sense8 is weird but strangely compelling, so it will do for now!