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May? It's freezing

 I can't believe it is May already, especially as the temperatures plummeted and the rain came in.  Even the cuckoo has been quiet the last few days.    Tennis is cancelled - again, which is even more frustrating when we have three indoor courts but no-one is allowed to use them due to the pandemic.  I thought I ought to look for somewhere to live as the house sale is going through but estate agents are still closed to clients and their websites are pitiful, so much so that I am surprised they sell anything at all.

The surgeon who is going to wield her knife on me soon said I have to go to the hospital the day before to have a '?'.  It didn't matter how often she repeated the word I couldn't understand and it is so difficult when everyone is wearing a mask.  Finally she googled it and declared with triumph that it meant 'metal wire'.  Nonplussed I asked what was going to happen with this metal wire?  She said someone would insert it in to me the day before the operation so that she knew where to operate.  Mmm.  A bit like water divining then.  I decided to just go with the flow (excuse the pun) and trust that they know what they are doing.

A woman in Morocco has just given birth to 9 babies.  Apparently the doctors thought there could be 5 or 6 but some of them were playing hide and seek. They were so surprised when 9 were born, said the doctors.  I imagine the parents were pretty surprised at having 5, let alone 9.

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