Dead end street

Same old weather today. No sign of the yellow blob. Our infamous chatty TV man is due aboard TARDIS Two this morning in an attempt to get a TV picture on our large set, something missing since he fitted the new aerial over a week ago, at great expense. We will take our earplugs. From there we aim to spend what's left of the weekend with our eldest son and granddaughters in Chester, a city we love. One of our boat trips will pass there. Hopefully I can get my iPad to work there so Sunday will not be blog-free. With my computer skills watch this space (or not, as the case may be). St. George's hospital has sent me down a one way street, or into a lay-by to be more exact, leaving me to my own devices regarding medication. So be it. I have dropped the doseage of my anti-seizure drug in an attempt to lessen the side-affects and I aim to gradually phase out my happy pills in the hope TARDIS Two will replace them. If anything serious happens I am sure St. George's will rush me back in to sort me out before shunting me out again to fend for myself with Nature's help. (If I escape the dead-end street/lay-by syndrome again). The NHS's aim is to save lives then wait to repeat the operation later (excuse yet another pun) It is a good endless training exercise for new interns I suppose. Have a good weekend.