Yomping for Ultra-Sound
Week from Monday 1st May 2023 - The FOXES at the railway yard have got a new family! The male ('Junior') was lazing in the long grass as usual. But then the vixen came out for a walk... and she had two cubs following her. Eventually, she came through the hole in the fence and seemed to indicate to the wee ones that they should probably stay behind it (I would imagine they're not quite ready to jump the distance down to the pallets beneath!). Much OOHing and AHHing from anyone on the platform who noticed them...
I had a double-dose of YOMPAGE this week... As well as the usual Wednesday footslogs to and from certain railway stations, on Thursday I was 'invited' to attend a SCREENING at the Community Hospital in darkest Sarisbury. "Your appointment should last no more than ten minutes", sayeth the letter. But that doesn't account for me having to leave the house at nine o'clock for an appointment at a quarter past eleven, to allow for the walk across town to the bus station, then the wait for the appropriate X4 bus (one that gets there far too early, because to wait for a later one would've had me miss the appointment). There then follows another walk, from Park Gate down the road to the Hospital (thank goodness for pre-planning on G***le Maps!), then more waiting...
The screening procedure for an ABDOMINAL AORTIC ANEURYSM involves an ULTRA-SOUND, so I'm happy to report that not only don't I have to worry about one of those triple-A doobries, I'm definitely not pregnant either!
Once all that was done with, I done did further WALKIES down to Locks Heath shopping centre, to have a mooch around the last two remaining charity shops in the area (nothing to report), and take a more casual, devil-may-care bus journey back...
But anyway, I can happily take a couple of days to recover, as everything will be forcibly suspended because of national "MAN IN HAT SITS ON CHAIR" weekend (© Private Eye - another bang-up front cover, guys!). I went through Titchfield village on the bus this morning, and they appear to be taking the flagshagfest VERY seriously indeed in this neck of the woods.
I had a double-dose of YOMPAGE this week... As well as the usual Wednesday footslogs to and from certain railway stations, on Thursday I was 'invited' to attend a SCREENING at the Community Hospital in darkest Sarisbury. "Your appointment should last no more than ten minutes", sayeth the letter. But that doesn't account for me having to leave the house at nine o'clock for an appointment at a quarter past eleven, to allow for the walk across town to the bus station, then the wait for the appropriate X4 bus (one that gets there far too early, because to wait for a later one would've had me miss the appointment). There then follows another walk, from Park Gate down the road to the Hospital (thank goodness for pre-planning on G***le Maps!), then more waiting...
The screening procedure for an ABDOMINAL AORTIC ANEURYSM involves an ULTRA-SOUND, so I'm happy to report that not only don't I have to worry about one of those triple-A doobries, I'm definitely not pregnant either!
Once all that was done with, I done did further WALKIES down to Locks Heath shopping centre, to have a mooch around the last two remaining charity shops in the area (nothing to report), and take a more casual, devil-may-care bus journey back...
But anyway, I can happily take a couple of days to recover, as everything will be forcibly suspended because of national "MAN IN HAT SITS ON CHAIR" weekend (© Private Eye - another bang-up front cover, guys!). I went through Titchfield village on the bus this morning, and they appear to be taking the flagshagfest VERY seriously indeed in this neck of the woods.
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