Don't Count your Chickens

I congatulated myself too soon after a visit to the Eye Hospital last Tuesday. A nice lady rang to say I have to have another injection so another visit next Monday. The young man who took the pictures did say the eye wasn't any worse but I suppose the Consultant must have decided to have another go.
Another lovely September day, sunny and warm though it gets somewhat autumnal once the sun has gone down. My reverie was disturbed yesterday by the whine of a saw as someone was lopping a tree. All is peaceful today except for the occasional yelp from next door.
I am glad of the lovely soft, warm pashmina my granddaughter gave me a couple of Christmases ago. It keeps my ancient knees warm whilst I am listening to my audio books I have finished Rev. Francis Kilvert's Diaries. There was an interesting link with a TV programme I was watching about the Regency period which was when he was writing around 1790. A friend was in London for the coronation and gave him a first hand account of how Queen Caroline was turned away from the Abbey at George IV's coronation. My word! What goings on!
I rang to ask for a new cheque book as the usual replacement hadn't come. My goodness. The security hoops I had to jump through. You would have thought I was after the Crown Jewels. By the time I had listened to all the buttons I might want to press I had forgotten the first one and had to start again. I think the poet (?) Pam Ayres said the next time she is told "Press one" she is going for her gun. Anyway, a nice lady put me right and promised me a new book "in 7 to 10 days". What do you know? A cheque book turned up in the next post. So the automatic renewal is still working if a little late. I won't upset the nice lady by cancelling my order.