I love it when you are leaving at the end of your consultation with the GP with one hand on the door handle and his parting shot is "... and remember, if your chest starts hurting at all, just call 999." OK, I don't love it really. That was sarcasm. Anyway, this comment came today at the end of the appointment with...

Taken just today on my phone. I'm mostly surprised that it's a reasonably decent close-up as my phone doesn't have a macro mode and is normally pants for this sort of thing. I think it's a common darter, but any correction is welcome.

The doctors surgery texted me just twenty four hours after my echocardiogram scan. They said they had received the report from the scan, and asked me to please make an appointment with the GP so he could discuss the results with me. One day. The NHS doesn't normally move that fast, does it? I still don't know what...

Last week the hospital had called me to arrange an appointment for an ultrasound echocardiagam scan. Unlike the pregnant women used to having their belly's rubbed with jelly to look at baby, this one was having the jelly rubbed on my chest to have a look at my heart. Since they called for arranging the appointment...

Up until today, I've been using the title 'Blogbear' for this blog. The eagle-eyed reader, whichever one of you that is, will possibly have spotted that I've changed the title to 'Wobbly Bear' now. The other one will just check... oh yes, so he has! Although I liked Blogbear – and I spent some time attempting to...

There's no place of real and absolute peace in this mad world now. I am just sitting quietly here on the sofa, escaping a little of the heat of the afternoon while I try to expend as little energy as I can. (I worked hard yesterday. The price for that is no chance of any work today.) I'll probably try to have a...

We watched the eclipse this evening using a colander. And not just any colander, but a thematically-correct colander with a star shape in it. Blurriness courtesy of J who took the picture.

From the beach in Crackington Haven, Cornwall, UK SeaMist 5527

This morning, in the land between fully asleep and the half-awake of time to get up, I was dreaming. This is very unusual for me because I normally don't remember dreaming at all. I dreamt I was walking with J, on a nice sunny day along the banks of a lake. I looked up because suddenly the sun flickered above me...

I did something I promised myself I wouldn't do here last night. Luckily, I don't think anyone noticed, and I corrected myself and took it down again this morning. What I did was copy an old post from another blog (my own of course – I'm not a copyright-ignoring AI crawler bot), edited it a bit, then published it...

This is where I live. No, sorry, this is near where I live, in Cornwall. I live in a house, like most people. About 5 miles away from here. Not on a bench on the clifftops overlooking the sea. Although I could easily be persuaded, if I was allowed to build a simple hut where this bench is and move into that. Until...

"There's stuff in there that has been in there for years," I told J. I was moaning about not being able to fit anything into any of the three drawers that constituted the freezer compartment of our fridge freezer. That was about four weeks ago. Neither of us had got round to doing anything about it until yesterday,...