She stripped down and got on the scales thinking to herself well, probably a loss of 1lb. or maybe one and a half but instead, she saw to ber horror that a gain of 2lbs was registering on the scales. Pauline, who does the weigh-in bit said "oh, what happened?"
She got dressed and slunk off back to her seat by Pat, who took one look at her face and said"oh dear, how much." She grumbled and said "2 lbs and I can't think why.." and then had a thought or two and continued by saying "oh yes, I can.. a full English in Romford on Wednesday, which consisted of 2 slices of fried bread, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, sausages and chips, tea with milk and Malaysian noodles and dumplings at Borough Market on Friday".
Pat just shook her head.. and grimaced.. as you do when a friend has shot themselves in the foot.
Out of group and onto a 211 bus to Victoria Station to buy a Senior Railcard and our train tickets to Wiltshire. Then a 73 bus to Oxford Street, she had go to Ainsworths, the Homeopathic Chemists, to return a box, which unfortunately, didn't take bottles of essential oils.. boring.
Then onto Moorfields, whoosh! The West End was suddenly awash with rain! She went underground to the eye hospital and saw a new specialist who checked her pressure and who was very pleased to see that both her eyes were registering the same low degree.. ten!
And so now she has been moved onto a four monthly appointment instead of bi-monthly! No more lovely Miss Ali, as both her eyes are now stable and she will be going to the evening Monday night clinic. How about that? The new doctor said "I'm so sorry we can't do anything about the damage to your optic nerve but at least we've stopped the glaucoma getting worse and I am so glad that Ali found the right combination of medicine for you".
And with that she was free to go but coming home it was rush hour and as she had WWwith her, she got as far as the top of the escalators at Old Street station and though 'nah, I'm not dealing with these crowds, I'll catch a 55 to Oxford Circus, then a 137 down Sloane Street".
Walking home from the bus stop it was still pouring with rain and bitterly cold, luckily she made a big batch of soup yesterday which was easy to heat up, for guess what the temperature had dropped to? Two.. yes, 2 degrees.. it is like Winter again.
But at least I got away with only two soakings today and as I didn't force-feed her that lubbly-jubbly fried food in Romford, it is not my fault she's fatter, is it? Talk about revenge.. heehee!
Poor old fat bat.
GeeGee Parrot.
April 25th, 2016.
She got dressed and slunk off back to her seat by Pat, who took one look at her face and said"oh dear, how much." She grumbled and said "2 lbs and I can't think why.." and then had a thought or two and continued by saying "oh yes, I can.. a full English in Romford on Wednesday, which consisted of 2 slices of fried bread, bacon, eggs, tomatoes, mushrooms, sausages and chips, tea with milk and Malaysian noodles and dumplings at Borough Market on Friday".
Pat just shook her head.. and grimaced.. as you do when a friend has shot themselves in the foot.
Out of group and onto a 211 bus to Victoria Station to buy a Senior Railcard and our train tickets to Wiltshire. Then a 73 bus to Oxford Street, she had go to Ainsworths, the Homeopathic Chemists, to return a box, which unfortunately, didn't take bottles of essential oils.. boring.
Then onto Moorfields, whoosh! The West End was suddenly awash with rain! She went underground to the eye hospital and saw a new specialist who checked her pressure and who was very pleased to see that both her eyes were registering the same low degree.. ten!
And so now she has been moved onto a four monthly appointment instead of bi-monthly! No more lovely Miss Ali, as both her eyes are now stable and she will be going to the evening Monday night clinic. How about that? The new doctor said "I'm so sorry we can't do anything about the damage to your optic nerve but at least we've stopped the glaucoma getting worse and I am so glad that Ali found the right combination of medicine for you".
And with that she was free to go but coming home it was rush hour and as she had WWwith her, she got as far as the top of the escalators at Old Street station and though 'nah, I'm not dealing with these crowds, I'll catch a 55 to Oxford Circus, then a 137 down Sloane Street".
Walking home from the bus stop it was still pouring with rain and bitterly cold, luckily she made a big batch of soup yesterday which was easy to heat up, for guess what the temperature had dropped to? Two.. yes, 2 degrees.. it is like Winter again.
But at least I got away with only two soakings today and as I didn't force-feed her that lubbly-jubbly fried food in Romford, it is not my fault she's fatter, is it? Talk about revenge.. heehee!
Poor old fat bat.
GeeGee Parrot.
April 25th, 2016.
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