Pharmacist

 I was up just before seven. It had been a cold night, and there was a heavy frost on the cars. I was pleased we didn't have to go out first thing. I sat with my coffee and read the overnight news of the moron Trump attacking Venezuela (which just happens to have the largest oil reserves in the world). It is hard to believe that someone like him has his finger on the metaphorical button... when he doesn't seem to have the mental capacity to be embarrassed by his own lies. I feel so deeply sorry for the millions of good Americans being reduced to international pariahs by the leader that most of them didn't vote for.

I had my usual call with the cousins. It was Tim's first appearance after his cruise. over Christmas. He regaled us with stories of the trip, including being asked to witness a wedding and then signing in the place reserved for the Captain! He clearly had ideas above his station.

Later in the morning, I had a scheduled call with the pharmacist from the Surgery. She was phoning to "offer" me statins. My cholesterol is marginally above the range recommended by NICE, all of my other markers are well within range, and some research reveals that I am in the lowest third of cardiovascular risk for men of my age, and my QRISK score is low for someone of my age. After discussions, I agreed with her to hold fire on the statins, but retest in 3-6 months.

I headed off for my belated walk. My audiobook is moving to the conclusion, but there is obviously a twist still to be revealed, as there is over an hour to run, but the murderer has been revealed and captured. I look forward to hearing what happens tomorrow.

When I arrived home, Di was up in her sewing room working on some alterations. I grabbed some lunch and then retired to my study so that I could edit the March blog entries from last year. After that, I had an hour or so of Kindle time before starting on dinner.