|waiting for Papa|
Paul drove to Ingham this morning to collect his regular prescription from the surgery. No one is allowed inside the surgery unless they have a doctor's appointment so everyone waits outside in the car park. They won't post prescriptions so Paul has to visit every fortnight. It's a pity there isn't an easier way I could get his blood pressure down.
We had some of the pâté I made yesterday for lunch with freshly baked bread, cheese and red wine. The pâté was good, very meaty and not too fatty. I shall make it again and next time I shall try adding some chillies to give it an extra kick.
It's too cold to be outside today so the heating is on and I'm going to snuggle down with a cup of tea and watch some mindless television this afternoon; I am deliberately avoiding any news bulletins.