SHERINGHAM DIARY No 120 - Circular Confections

I had been writing a review of a rather superb production of Hedda Gabler streamed on National Theatre At Home. I spent many a tricky minute correcting and recorrecting the auto correct. Schooling it until it got the message that when I typed Hedda I didn't  mean to say Headache.

It's a sign of how my health is generally improving since the HA! that, one fine weekend recently, we did the Wells to Holkham circular walk. All seven and a half miles of it, without my feeling strained or out of breath. It took around four hours. But it was helped by being broken down into four stages, with three places to stop, rest and replenish with food or drink. Walking on country paths is good for my hips. Mobility improved afterwards, even if they were a bit tender by completion.

Now I'm fully within the active interest of my local medical practice, I get requests to get this or that checked out. Blood tests to keep an eye on the condition my liver, deterioration of which is one possible side effect of a medication I take. But also to keep tabs on my health more generally. The most recent blood test threw me yet another health curve ball. I have now to consider myself to be prediabetic. Another dietery constraint to be deployed. Which is all a bit of a pisser. Diet, getting fitter and losing weight are the main ways of reversing out of a PD diagnosis. I hold out no hope on this, but we will play along with it. Until the death wish to 'let's just get it all over quicker shall we' kicks in.

Just before the HA! I finished making a wooden screen/windbreak for our back garden patio. It's a hulking great thing, too heavy to be moved solo for a man with my heart condition. So its laid there taking up all the bench space in my workshop. Whilst around it detritus accumulated and as a space its just got cluttered, then a mess. But this weekend Hubby and I finally moved it, and its I fixed it into position. It looks rather fine too. So that's one Spring project completed by late Autumn. Now I can start the tidying up and rearranging I'd planned.

The latest advert for porridge oats has the slightly odd tag line of :

'Not all oats taste like childhood'

Mmmmm the disgusting associations that brings to mind.

I appear to be having a medical check up of some sort nearly every week of late. This coming week its been the two yearly visit to the Optician. They have a short questionnaire to fill in beforehand. They wanted to know what medications I"m on, so I dutifully answered. However, when I typed in the name of the blood thinner - Rampiril - the auto correct immediately changed it into - Vampirism.