da-da, da-di-da … da-da, da-di-da … (to the unmistakable tune of “New York, new York”) …
Was really nice to hear from Mf from the sunny (? I didn’t get time to ask about the weather) south of France today and to know that she (as well as all those other people ot there) was keeping up with events. Thank you. Was also nice to get offers of help and support from Jd’s piano teacher, who had only just yesterday had been discussing prostate cancer. So while being ill may not be fun, it is appreciated how people rally round.
Anyway, anyway, anyway (as Dawn French would say) this time next week (10th March – Gm’s birthday – must get a card!) I shall be settling down in my own private room in hospital (a priviledge afforded to soon to be radioactive people) looking forward to another general anaesthetic wavy line moment on wednesday – followed by two weeks lounging around at home – can’t be bad – almost a price worth paying I hear you ask?!:-)