Breakfast yesterday at the Rose & Crown in Writtle. For some reason we've never been there before, even though it is only five miles away from home.
I occasionally wonder whether these breakfasts are good for my myeloma, and then I think well, it isn't as if I have them every day...
Short two-sticks walk on the Green afterwards:
Writtle Jazz Festival there next Sunday. I'll be there, along with my scooter.
Still nothing much to write about. Went to Springfield for more bloods a couple of days ago. Boules at Birchanger. And still only a few occasional drops of rain...
It's six months, plus a couple of weeks, since I last touched a drop of alcohol. That must be the longest time I've spent on the wagon since I had my first-ever drink. Nothing deliberate about it, but when I came out of Broomfield's Stroke Unit I just lost all desire and interest in any form of alcohol and they haven't come back. I can't explain it. Maybe that brain MRI rewired some of my circuits...
The problem now, of course, is that if I do start again it may bounce too far the other way. Still, my liver must be grateful for the break.
Today's good news - Essex County Council is renewing my Blue Badge for another three years.
Weather - hot again, if a mere 80. Some welcome rain this evening but a lot more needed!
Myeloma - ticking along in full remission. Nothing else to report.
Boules - played one long match at Ongar, pleased to win it for my side with the final throw. Now using the frame for standing support between throws only, delivering from a normal unsupported stance just like I used to.
We went to explore new territory at the strangely named Pishiobury Park in Sawbridgeworth. Google insists that we were there four years ago but neither of us remember the park itself, although the approach road seemed familiar. I think we must have failed to find the main entrance and car park last time. The park was something of a disappointment, seeming to be little more than a large grassy dog-walking space. Access also very limited - two or three large gates were padlocked and only one of several "kissing gates" was big enough to get the scooter through. So we've crossed it off our list for return visits.
We followed that with lunch at the Hand & Crown - a C16 pub on a site where Henry VIII and Anne Boleyn used to enjoy their falconry. So they say. Lunch was good but expensive.
A much better (and cooler) night with a score of 97. Nevertheless, in response to emails from ResMed, I rang the CPAP people at Broomfield for an appointment to check out my mask seal and fitting. They'll get back to me...
Went to Birchanger for the first time in my boules come-back. Big surprise - the sand has gone and we have a brand-new piste:
No doubt that it's a "better" surface, although there are still some soft areas where the ball just stops dead. But I miss the sand, it made playing there interesting because it was so different.
Played just one game quite well but left before it finished because the evening got distinctly chilly and my left hand didn't like that at all.
