QUARTET

Redshanks facing into the cold northeasterly wind this afternoon in between showers. I don't know what the collective noun is, but while I was looking it up I found "a contradiction of sandpipers". Who makes these up?!

I'd just had a good catch-up with my ex-next-door-neighbour while we both waited for ages in the prescription queue at a very understaffed Boots. Other people seemed to be collecting carrier bags-full of medications which slowed everything down and reminded me of my dear old Mum and all the tablets she had to take, many of them to mitigate the side-effects of the others. I was just picking up some eye drops for B.