Disaster strikes new hospitalisation

 It happened on Thursday morning. I had taken the dogs to Radford lake for their morning walk, leaving Kim in bed. I had climbed the field, when Laika's lead became entangled in my legs . Next thing I knew, I was lying on the ground with a lady bending over me. I had no recollection of the events previously. She told me I had fallen and hit my head and was to stay still until the ambulance arrived. I took out my mobile phone and phoned Kim, who was very surprised to hear a strange lady saying she was with Richard.

   The ambulance arrived and the two attendants bent over me. The dogs were regarding me, as I lay on the ground . I realised that my left arm and hand were weak as they had been after my stroke last October but my legs were normal, apart from a slight groin strain. The ambulance staff pulled me to my feet and led me to the ambulance, which was waiting outside the park. The ladies offered to drive the car back home with the dogs.

   The ambulance took me to Derriford Hospital, where I was admitted to the emergency department, later to the Stroke unit, where I was put in isolation, as I had spent some time in a French hospital, I had rectal swabs to check for infection! Now it's all to do again, physio on my arm, regaining the use of my hand etc... Hey ho at least the leg is normal.

   I have been discharged from hospital last night back to Goosewell Terrace, in the care of Kim and Alyson. Can't drive, of course, so Kim has to take over the driving for the moment . At the moment she is walking the dogs with Katie and Daniel, we are going back to France on Friday night.

  Bye for now, going to drink a cup of coffee Alyson has made me.

Where's the tank gone?

     Driving up to Roscoff yesterday, to take the ferry to Plymouth, we were disappointed to find our last route marker had disappeared. Ever since we have been coming to France, this American WW Two tank has been standing outside a war museum on the outskirts of Roscoff. True, the museum has long since closed and the tank has been attacked by scrap thieves, losing its tracks and various detachable parts. Now it has gone altogether, this is a photo I took a few years ago, even then it was in a sad state. I do hope it's gone to a good home, not to the scrapyard. We shall miss its presence at the side of the road as we arrive in, or leave Roscoff. The old order changeth......
  Bye for now, resting after the long trip.