Julia rang this morning, the first time I have heard her voice for a fortnight. I could have spoken to her on the phone, but we decided it would cost too much and I can’t go on Whatsapp because it keeps telling me to go into my Google account, and that gets complicated as I can’t remember any passwords, or even the email address I used to set it up. It got very messy last time I used Google and I said, like Poe’s Raven, “Nevermore!”
It was nice to hear from her and nice to know that she had landed safely, though later than expected. She will be home tomorrow after spending the night in Norwich. I would be happy to go down and pick her up but she has decided it would be too much for me. I hate it when people decide things will be too much for me. It will be an endurance test, but I am still capable of driving to Norwich and back. Still, it’s nice she thinks of my welfare, even if she has mentally consigned me to the scrapheap of life.
I have a new card on the way from the Anti-coagulant Service. It is a cheaply produced yellow card to let paramedics know why, if they are called out to you in an emergency, you are bleeding so profusely. Most of the lettering came off soon after I got it after Julia washed my wallet recently most of the erst disappeared. There is only one complete word left (two if you count NHS) plus farin and ibril. I’ll leave those last two for those of you who like word puzzles.
In my wallet I had several other cards, including several that are quite cheaply produced, and none of them has suffered so badly from wear and washing. The irony is that the anti-coagulant card is the only one that might save my life and it is the only one that has been rendered useless.







