so i had the biopsy in my neck – and it HURT – but the lighting was by far the nicest i’ve ever experienced in a hospital setting (as i said to the very, very kind M-O who came with me today and had the best and brightest Cheltenham Ladies College lets-get-to-it-then! attitude)
what would help even more is this:
imagine we were here* (see picture) and it was mid-september and you and i had taken a long walk after evensong (lovely hymns, bishop) and perhaps the bookshop was still open and we found a much loved copy of something light yet comforting and still witty by Nancy Mitford and then took a detour up the lane to find the most perfect tea-shop (can you hear the tinkle of the bell as we enter?) which was deserted apart from us and then the ladies from the choir dropped in for iced buns and hot tea with two sugars before they meandered on home. we sipped our tea in companionable silence. and you didn’t mention the rather red and sore patch on my poor neck from the biopsy. because in this tale, it happened a long time ago. and is now healed. whatever Tobias the tumor turns out to be.
*picture of norwich, england – actually a city – but this bit, near the cathedral, looks like a little english village because once upon a time, it was.