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and I was on my way out to visit Duncan, 

the bus was crowded, 

and steamed up, so no photographs on this part of the journey, 

at Blackheath station, the builders had been busy in the 4 weeks I had been away, all of the roof on the upline completed, 

just the end for the down line and the major works on the ticket hall to go,

I arrived at Dartford, and typical, the Gravesend train I normally see leaving to Gravesend as I arrive is waiting today, the day I do not need it, today I am visiting Duncan in Darent Valley hospital in Dartford, he was moved there from the nursing home 10 days or so ago, 

there were a number of policemen at the station, I asked one of them where I could get a bus for the hospital, he replied, "over the bridge and down the steps", well I found out he was wrong, the bus stops on that side go back to Bluewater, he should have said do not go over the bridge, go down the steps by this side of the bridge, so back up the steeps towards the station, I guess the policeman was not a local,

anyway I made it to the hospital and found Duncan who was in very poor sprits, the good news was that a doctor explained to me why he was admitted, apparently he was dangerously anaemic, as well as a few other things that were serious, the course of injections he was on could not be administer at the home as he could have a apoplectic attack due to the strength of the medication and a doctor should be readily available, the good news is that on Thursday he is due his last injections, all being well and transport permitting he will be back in the nursing home on Friday, so I will pop down next week as usual, phoning first to make sure he is there, 

after staying for a couple of hours we said our farewells and I was soon back at the station for my trip home, 

next the train back to Blackheath and onto a number 54 bus, it could have been the same one as the windows were just as misted as early this morning, 

I tried a photograph, going past Lewisham High Street some of the pavement has been laid, 

with more paving slabs waiting, 

I was soon waking past Foxgrove lodge, and there he was, 

Rudolph! I must soon make a start on bring our decorations down from upstairs, 

arriving home I continued printing the photographs to put on the wall, and started taking out the ones that I put there a few months ago, 

and there they are, 

all looking good, well I think so!

next time for a read of Private Eye, Diana was on a late shift today,

and had left me a Lancashire hot pot, 

'Cheers!', for myself a Bangers & Cash followed by a Midsomer Murder, at the end of which Diana arrived home, so feet up for a coffee and a chat, after which as we were both tired we were off to bed.