MOT

There was a bitter wind scouring the South Coast today. It was bright and sunny, but very chilly in the wind. I provided my usual escort service to get. Ellie to school and then returned home for breakfast. Diane sloped off to the Community Centre for her Cardiac Rehab while I did some chores and completed some admin.

A few weeks back, I mentioned that I had been called for an MOT at the doctor's surgery. The results of my blood tests are now back and I have received a report card saying, basically, "must try harder". It would appear that my cholesterol is higher than it should be and if it doesn't improve, I will be up before the headmistress and force-fed statins. I spent much of the morning navigating various online questionnaires which probed my diet and lifestyle to make some suggestions as to how I can reduce the cholesterol. The main conclusion was that, from a diet perspective, we don't need to change much. I should have some fish one more day each week than I currently manage and should eat nuts (that's not going to happen, as I'm allergic to them). I think the most sensible approach will be to reduce my portion sizes.

Diane went out with Zoe. A local garden centre was calling! I warned her that dinner would be ready by 17:00. That gave her 5 hours to browse and talk to everybody in the garden centre. I settled down with my Kindle.

The doorbell rang. I put down the Kindle and wandered to the door. I was greeted by what I can only describe as a gnome (female). She was dressed in dungarees, boots, a bobble hat (without a bobble), and a yellow scarf. She grasped a bike and a satchel containing leaflets for the Lib Dems. "Hello, Andrew" she began. That threw me. How did she know my name? Anyway, she then started to talk to me about voting and whether she could interest me in her candidate. My mind wandered. Where was the nearest care home for people having a mental health crisis... I snapped back into the moment. I was very polite but explained that I would vote, but it was unlikely my vote would go her way. At least she wasn't one of the psychopaths trying to peddle the Labour Party.