The 20th of September.
I think this is going to be a pretty short entry because I have done a lot of one thing. I woke up at quarter to nine but decided to go back to sleep for another twenty five minutes. Life could wait.
I fed the chatty kitties once I found their food bowls in the kitchen, and as soon as I’d breakfasted, I started crocheting because I had to finish the thing today and I had an entire ball of wool to use. And that is what I did all day up until about half past three. I had a break for lunch and to wash my hair, then once I was done, I wrote up the blog.
I went to hang out with the fluffies and had a major development: Harvey sat on me! It was very exciting. I had the armchair extended so the extra bit stuck out which he sat on first, so I stroked him for ages while he slept. After God knows how long, he decided to squeeze himself into the space beside me and rested his head and paw on my lap. I was so happy. Just got to get Hal on side now.
The 21st of September.
It’s got to be a good day when you wake up to the news that the Prime Minister put his penis in the mouth of a dead pig. What a leader. What’s on tv? The fact that New Street is all shiny. Guys, it’s just a station.
I was at the GP this morning because I had a letter requesting my presence following Dr. Hewins’ letter. We say in the awful, germy waiting room for forty-five minutes until I was called in to see Dr. Bagchiu(who I haven’t seen for ten years, by the way) and discovered that basically, one of their juniors had read the letter and not my notes, so got terribly overexcited and called me in. In a nutshell, it was a colossal waste of time.
This afternoon was Helen’s goodbye gathering, so we arrived at the Faith Centre to find tables heaving with cake, a lot of staff but no Helen! She kept disappearing. She was thrilled with her snood – I forgot to photograph it but it was a very pretty, soft, multicoloured wool. We had some cake and chats, and there was a brief speech and some flowers. I was surprised there weren’t more patients there – she has done so much for us, I am shocked that other people didn’t want to thank her. She is a champion of the vulnerable and the DWP will be the only ones that are happy she’s retired.