"I'm not paying twenty quid for a pair of knickers!"

This morning we went to Gainsborough to collect Paul’s new spectacle frames and before returning home he decided he wanted to go into Next to buy some pants and socks.  He entered the store and then did a quick u-turn declaring “I’m not paying twenty quid for a pair of knickers.”

It’s been a beautiful Spring like day in Lincolnshire.  This afternoon we drove to the village of  Nettleham for Paul to see an eye specialist.  While he was at the surgery Rick and I explored the village, and what a delight it was.  We walked past the church and through Vicar’s Wood before strolling alongside the babbling brook that runs along the High Street past quaint, stone built cottages.  Then I found a bench on the village green to sit and watch the world go by until Paul joined us again.

the road crosses the shallow brook here

Rick admiring the crocuses on the village green

Paul had very yellow eyes (from the drops they used) but some positive news from the specialist.  Although there were some signs of a small bleed in both eyes (cause unknown) there was no indication of glaucoma so he just needs to be monitored on an annual basis.  He’s still recovering from the journey home; his vision was blurred so I had to do the driving.