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Couch Potato? PSHAW!

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Of course you know that I adopted Ben, a fabulous Greyhound, on March 17th. What you do not know is that every third person Ben and I encounter on our walks is an utterly reliable expert on Greyhounds and their behaviours.  ðŸ˜– They parade their unquestionable expertise by saying  "Of course, Greyhounds are such couch potatoes". To be fair, they are correct about the couch bit - see this Of course I love my spuds whether fried, baked, or mashed,  I have nothing against spuds. But I refuse to think of my elegant, grateful, regal and dignified adoptee Ben as nothing more than a couch potato, He has class.  He should never be called a common tater, Ben is my ..... ........ Couch Creme Brulle!

I did not earn or deserve this - I was simply fortunate

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In a recent week my pharmacist filled three prescriptions for medications ordered by my doctors. The total  retail price of these "scripts" is $154. Thanks to my relatively inexpensive supplemental insurance the total cost to me was $8:50 What a deal.   I did not worker harder or longer than (say) a coal miner in Appalachia to "earn"  such a retirement health care benefit -   far from it. Such a coal miner may well not be covered for prescription insurance, so he may have to choose between buying medications at full price, or buying food. Nor will he live  in a prosperous area such as Sarasota FL where I live, and where I am surrounded by physicians and surgeons of the highest  caliber  -  a place where I could see my Primary Care Physician; a Vascular Surgeon; and a Cardiologist within the space of five days   yes, five days. Maybe my miner would have to travel some 50 miles for an appointment with a specialist, in x month's time. All this is

Ben Houdini

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I was away from my home for about two and a half hours this morning (Tuesday 28th).  That was long enough for Ben to get out of his crate. Maybe I had not locked it properly.  Maybe he is an escape artist.  Maybe the cat "sprang him". -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And Ben made a mess! I admonished Ben very gently, reminding him that this was no way to live in the home of an English Gentleman. Then he and I sang "God Save The Queen". ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ These things happen - they are petty annoyances. And there are joys and delights. The following photo' is of Ben as he slept last night  (Monday/Tuesday).   It's not the same as the "roaching" photo' I posted the other day. I do not aim for dignity.  I aim for comfort.

Auntie Irene

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My always favourite (and only surviving) Aunt -   Irene Parsons Finch. 92 years old today  (March 26th 2017).   Her family threw a great party in Bristol, U.K. today.