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Dilemma. All my Christmas decoration stuff is up in the attic. The last time Mark was here I forgot to ask him to get it down for me as I am banned from climbing the ladder to get into the loft!. I only really needed the card holders as there is very little room on any of the book shelves to put cards.
So, what to do with all my lovely cards? Well here is my answer. Simples!

Whilst I have cut back this year on using Postman Pat for Christmas Greetings it is still nice to receive cards via this method from friends and relations.
We used always to look forward to hearing the thud of cards on the mat. Our first job was to look at the handwriting and the Sorting Office code to see if we could guess who they were from.
But these days much of that fun has gone out of the window. Sorting Office codes are on a wide regional basis, are often smudged or indecipherable and a lot of folk use pre-printed self adhesive address labels.
Out of eight cards received this morning I was only able to identify two of the senders (correctly!).
Is there anyone else out there with such odd practices???  rj

Saw the orthopaedic surgeon this morning. Yes my right hip does need "doing"- but between 8 and 12 months waiting list so I guess I shall have to hang in there. Interestingly it was the same chap who did my left knee back in 2011. rj

Cardiology appointment this morning at Bath RUH at 10.15. How do I make the journey. The RUH car parks are notoriously full from dawn to dusk and so the alternative method was to drive from Radstock into the P&R at Odd Down (the opposite side of the city from RUH) to the hospital via the city centre.
So I started of extraordinarily early at 8.15 anticipating lots of traffic by the time I got to P&R, but no, not today, straight through so I had then to wait for about half an hour for the next  bus to the RUH. Appointment 10.15- bus leaves P&R 9.15 and struggles through the city centre via the bus station and then onward to the hospital.
I arrived at reception 10.05 (top floor) and was seen almost immediately. and back out to the bus stop in less than half an hour, and then the crawl back through the city centre and on to P&R.
Full marks to bus company for getting me there on time and for NHS for not having to wait more than a couple of minutes before seeing the doctor.  Back home by lunchtime, by which time the rain had arrived. rj

First Christmas card arrived this afternoon, from  Canada, from an old school friend. I suppose I had better send a proper one overseas after all. I did send her one last year before I was aware of their postal strike. It’s good to keep in touch as we are all in our eighties now.

My son is visiting me at the moment so ha can take all his family things with him when he goes home. That saves posting any cards and packages to them.

The worst part of Christmas when age catches up with us is the people we don’t hear from because they have popped their clogs during the year.