The 7th & 8th; I don't think I've suddenly got better at everything.

The 7th of August. Today seems to be the last really hot day. I hope so - last night I slept terribly. I should have had a second coffee at some point but I just never got round to it so now I'm very sleepy.

This morning, I got my blog post done before we went to The Spire. My appointment was meant to be at 11.45, but I ended up swapping with another lady who had another appointment elsewhere and wouldn't make it. That was fine; I had nowhere else to be.

When I got called in, Julie was amazed at the size difference. She had a look at the sleeve I'm currently wearing and decided I need to go a size and class down, so I've got a prescription for that and hopefully Boots have ordered the right one. She also showed Mommy how to do the massage to deal with the remaining fat.

I have spent my afternoon being really cool, playing Rayman. Well, until four o'clock. I did the stupid next level, then a couple more, got The Elixir of Life (after a very frustrating bit) and thought it best to stop there.

Then, back to my dress. Now it's a lot of back and forth, and I want to go to bed.

The 8th of August.

It is less warm for sure, but when it's sunny oh boy it's too much. I'm fairly sure I'm so sensitive because of photopheresis - I always had to wear sunglasses for 48 hours afterwards to try to prevent photophobia. I must admit I was not very diligent so it's probably my fault that I can't cope with brightness.

I kind of frittered the morning away doing a whole lot of nothing, apart from a bit of crochet. Keep plugging away at this dress, no matter how tedious this part is.

This afternoon was gym-time. Quiet again - maybe everyone has gone on holiday? I think the very committed girl must have because I now haven't seen her for two visits on the trot. I had a weird sort of session - I did what I normally do and everything felt the way it normally does but my heart rate wasn't going as high as usual. I think my heart rate monitor might have been having a wobble because I don't think I've suddenly got better at everything.

The Janelle Monáe tickets came today and I could not be more excited.