Tests.
And more tests.
Prodding.
On
The
Scar.
………….and elsewhere #sigh
Still.
The doctors office (not the surgeon’s in the hospital annex, another One) has an Awfully Nice Terrace.
We sat here between various bits of the appointment.
Then the Surreal bit.
Going back over everything that’s happened.
And how we feel Now.
Odd.
To tell the truth.
Best bit?
A breakfast downtown with someone Glam and Foreign and somewhat connected to the Day Job. Followed by a walk around to kill time before the doctor appointment.
Funny curious oddness surreality abounds.
Shocking, even ;)
Now here: resting.
The tests have wiped us out entirely.
We must return home to lie down for a while in a pool of warm sunshine; like a cat.
Send kind thoughts of novels and tea and quiet soothing-ness, darlings.
The medical establishment is caring.
But the whole re-counting and re-calling and prodding and Tests are rather nerve-jarring……
smiling weakly.
we are Awfully sensitive ;)
Lying in a pool of sunshine like a cat sounds… purrrrrfect…
Hoping you have a, well… gloriaous weekend…
hello D :)
It Was bliss.
And there needs to be a Lot More of lying in a pool of dreamy sunshine………
_tg xx
…………I went to a Marvellous Party – with Nunu and Nada and Nell!
Ha!
Splendid. Most SPLENDID – thank you very-near-dulwich-east-caller ;)
Am singing Noel Coward songs (to myself) in your honour…….
You know, quite for no reason, I’m here for the season, and high as a kite. Living in error with Maud at Cap Ferrat (Which couldn’t be right)……….Everyone’s here, and frightfully gay; nobody cares what people say, though the Riviera seems really much queerer than Rome at its height!
xxx