Time to say thank you

Mid morning, I drove Clare over to the University Optometry school to get her new set of varifocal specs, her second pair this year, as her eyes have deteriorated further and she needs to make the most of her eyesight while she can, before she is compelled to learn how to use voice recognition technology with the phone and the computer. We called into Lidi's nearby afterwards, where she bought a anti-snore pillow, which turned out to be nothing of the sort - more likely a wrongly packaged standard pillow. Too late to return it once it's been used. 

With a couple of trips to the shops and Post Office, my days exercise was done pounding the streets under a layer of grey cloud - there is visual relief however, from Christmas trees revealed behind open curtains and strings of coloured festive lights, increasingly spread outdoors to front garden trees and fences.

Then I settled down to finish the thank you letter started over the weekend to Mrs Cornish the surgeon. As the wound is now tiny and almost completely closed, I felt it was time. I've been reluctant to write this any earlier, when I might well have done - a bit like tempting Providence. It's now three years almost to the day since I was given an initial date for surgery. I have so much to be thankful for, given the intrusion of the pandemic, and several other delays in between rounds of surgery due to resource shortages. 

I guess if anything has changed in three years it has been not just in staffing, but in improved availability of some equipment, and organisational efficiency. There are still big problems due to lack of functioning wards, shortage of nurses, and lack of home care to enable early patient discharge to avoid bed blocking, but covid has brought a revolution in emergency care and diagnostics, and this makes possible different ways of treating people. 

I heard an industrial scientist on the radio talking about a proposal for a global health monitoring system to spot evolving deadly viruses which could give rise to another pandemic. It would issue a global threat alert early enough to take preemptive action. It would network monitoring technology analysing soil, air, water, especially waste water, relating them to medical and veterinary pathology data. It would require huge investment and political consensus, but save the world from economic ruin and high death tolls in future generations.  

I completed and uploaded to YouTube this Thursday's Morning Prayer video, wrote a biblical reflection for next Thursday's video and recorded the half of the audio. This minimises the amount of preparation I have to do alongside Christmas services and family celebrations. It's going to be a busy week.

Before bed I started watching the movie 'King of Thieves' based on the 2015 Hatton Garden bank vault robbery. It was said to be masterminded and pulled off by a group of retired London East End thieves in their sixties, and starred Michael Caine, Jim Broadbent and Tom Courtenay - a brilliant portrayal of a group of elderly working class males, a non-genteel 'Lunnon' equivalent to 'Days of Wine and Roses

The dialogue was hilarious, mostly comprising old school abusive gangster language, such as you might hear in any rough back street pub or football terrace. Anything but politically correct, so the movie was preceded by a 'health warning'. I had to give up and go to bed before midnight approached as it didn't finish until late, so I'll have to watch the last quarter in iPlayer.