New friends

One of my Christmas presents. It was wrapped in tissue without any details, so I don’t who they are. 

I was planning to blip the annual duck race which is held on the canal in the village on Boxing Day, but we didn’t manage to get to it.

B wasn’t well when he woke early this morning, very dizzy and nauseous. Not due any over indulgence on his part, I must add. He then slept for several hours and it was a bit scary to say the least. Fortunately I’d made him put his watch on before he nodded off so that I could monitor his pulse rate on his phone. He normally has a slow pulse rate having been an athlete for many years, race walking, fell running and marathons, so rates in the 40’s are the norm, but when it drops to 39 I get worried. 

He’s now out of bed, dressed and walking independently. We have had some supper and the low rate alerts have stopped.

A much more cheerful chappie, thank goodness.