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Two days ago. The peddle boats have finally returned to the lake. The smoke haze at 6.30 makes me aware of the devasted people who have lost homes.










Just when I had got used to the idea of waiting till 2 January for surgery, I have been given an appointment this afternoon with a surgeon who is newish to town and may possibly have a theatre spot before Christmas for me.  More waiting.




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