28 July 2016
27 July 2016
But before this happens we have to get over Neill's "Bank of Dad" for his daughter and naturally my niece's wedding at the beginning of August.
25 July 2016
Getting to see your Doctor is almost as difficult as getting to have tea with the Queen.
In the end I wrote a letter and posted it through the door. Monday that was.
That said, Tuesday, a phone call to the surgery, after 1030am, elicited a response that they hadn't heard from the hospitals about my echocardiogram nor about my hearing test and MRI. Nothing arrived here or the surgery.
As the latter was in May I was a bit pissed.
I called the hospital and eventually got though to audiology. They were closed all day but call back between 10 and 12 or 14 and 16 hours.
I did. Wednesday. The lady said that they had written to the surgery, cc me, on 17th May. Before the MRI.
I said I was still deaf in that ear and needed the device fitted.
Now booked in on August 16th. She'll write to me. Don't know if that will ever arrive but have it in my Google calendar.
As for MRI? Who knows. They didn't have the result two months after it was done.
12 July 2016
Rewind over three weeks.... (sound effect of tape rewinding)
The wound in my foot seemed to be getting worse. So tonight after work I headed back to Folkestone and the Royal Victoria minor injuries clinic.
A short wait and I was in. The nurse checked the x-ray and there was another piece in there.
Fifteen minutes later and a bit of scalpel to enlarge the hole and it's out.
The piece is actually bigger than the bit I pulled out. Hopefully now it will heal.
10 July 2016
The day to ride home. Once again it was Shuttle-One returning together.
The rest of the Meldrews were going to scatter. One group going to Oradour sur Glane (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Oradour-sur-Glane_massacre) and the U-boat pens at Lorient. Another going solo to Normandy and others to the east.
We had a leisurely breakfast and then said our goodbyes and set off. Firstly for petrol as we all needed some and then to Corbie.
There we had a quick stop to place a Somme 100 poppy cross on the grave of William Devall who was killed on July 16th a hundred years ago.
From there we had a cross country journey towards Arras. The rain came and we had to stop so I could get my waterproofs on and effectively they never came off until I was on the Shuttle.
We were in need of a break and it may not have been my greatest decision to take us into Arras on a Saturday afternoon.
We had enough time for a coffee and then away again as time seemed to disappear.
We headed for the A26 and headed north. Always chasing the clock and it seemed even with a petrol stop in Calais for David and Ken that we were in good time.... until we saw the queues at the check-in and beyond at the border controls.
In the end it was every man for himself. Once checked in we headed towards the front of the first queue to join some other bikes. Through French passport and then UK Border Agency.
In the end the train we caught with a group from the Goldwing club was about 30 minutes after scheduled. Ken was about half an hour later and similarly David.
Why? Who knows?
The trip was over when we quickly changed and Pepe went into the garage and we went to pick Reggie up from the kennel.
4 July 2016
|The Ulster Tower in sun|
|Pano of the battlefield between Thiepval Hill and the Schwaben Redoubt.|
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