The sun is shining, the sky is blue and Ann is finally in one piece and without any broken bones. Physiotherapy finished last week, and we are both delighted with the success of the weeks spent strengthening the areas around the previously fractured bone. We have decided that that is it for broken bones this year (and hopefully for the future).
But medical matters still arise. A couple of weeks ago Ann expressed concern about a “growth” below my right eye which had been there for months and months. It didn’t hurt, and indeed I thought nothing about it. However living in a hot climate it is always advisable to not be complacent. So off to Polis Medical Centre to see Dr Maria. She shared the view that it was probably nothing BUT … that evening it was completely removed by a surgeon and sent for biopsy. I can’t pretend it was painless and the three stitches were unsightly. The worse thing was the local anaesthetic needle just below the eye. Now that did hurt. The results of the biopsy appeared on the GESY website for me to look at. A wart and no sign of any malignancy. Back to the surgery for the stitches to be removed - no scar. Try having surgery performed in the UK on the same day you see your GP.
The next hurdle will be the second booster for Covid which is now available to those who are over 60. Hopefully it will be able to be administered locally as Paphos General is something of a scrum.
Our oven went “pop” a couple of weeks ago. It was probably as a result of the electrical surge which killed off various bits of kit in our house. I called into the shop we had bought it from and they told me it was under guarantee. The next day a technician arrived and took everything apart, told it was all working but there might be a problem with the clock. If the clock is not set, no power reaches the oven. He would order the clock.
We turned the oven on the following day and the clock went into error mode. Given Easter here in Cyprus the clock did not arrive and (fingers crossed) will be here soon. As it was Easter Ann decided to make hot cross buns. A lot of effort went into the making of the dough, and jam was bought for the glaze. We were sitting waiting for the dough to rise, when I asked what were the next steps. The final step was to cook IN THE OVEN … We looked at each other and roared with laughter. No oven … no hot cross buns.
And so, with the aid of the slow cooker, the microwave, the air fryer and the gas hob we have fed ourselves without an oven. All things are possible - except hot cross buns. Ann bought some from the bakery and they were delicious.
We are working hard at staying positive with the news from the Ukraine dominating the news. The infighting in the House of Commons seems footling by comparison. Oh for integrity to break out.
