The 7th of November. 

Another strange sort of day. I have a bruise on my back from Trine's kneading, which kills, so I've been having to try to sit in ways which don't hurt it all day. Daddy mentioned it to Jonathan, his chiropractor, who sort of brushed it off as an occupational hazard. I am a delicate flower. 

This morning, Mommy and Daddy had an appointment at the funeral director. Grandma already had a plan in place, so they just had to finalise it and sort out some extras, like flowers. It still took them nearly an hour and a half. While they were there, Becky came over with Harry, who was a very grumbly monkey today. He just wanted to hug his momma, and any time Becky disappeared from view for a few seconds, he got very upset. He'd been awake since about half past three, so he was sleepy. He ended up having an extra nap before they went home for lunch, because he just got so comfortable on her chest having a cuddle. I don't think she will have got much done this afternoon, because the rest of the time when he was awake, all he wanted to do was to be held up so he could stand and investigate things. 

After lunch, I had a hairwash, a bit of Dark Time, then I watched the new Riverdale with the kittens. Of course, nobody mentioned the fact that Veronica set a man on fire in the speakeasy last week and there is no physical evidence of it so perhaps it was all a dream? Plus she suddenly has a sister who is a PI? Of course. 

I had to go out at five with Daddy so he could drop me off at Hallfield for an Old Hallfieldians committee meeting and the AGM. I got to meet the new head (who is maybe not so new any more) properly for the first time, and we had a very productive meeting! Plus I got to see the newly refurbished library which looks amazing, but I was gutted to find out that Paula, the lovely librarian I met when I went to see the exhibition, is leaving to go to a job closer to home. Boo. 

I got a T.O.A. taxi home, where I had a bowl of porridge and we watched Masterchef: the Professionals and there wasn't any Gregg Wallace which was a bloody delight. 

The 8th of November. 

I am really not sure how this week is going to go. 

Amniotic membrane transplant day! This morning, Mommy and I went into town so I could visit the German market and we could get pretzels to have for lunch before my appointment with Mr. Kolli. I'm going to have to go back so I can have one warm though, because they're much better when they're fresh. We also stopped at the little glass figurine stand, where I got a little kitty and a fox. Have a find places for them in the family! I was going to get a festive beverage from the Starbucks in the station, only to find out when we got there that it's closed for refurbishment! Sigh. Had to get a coffee from Pret instead. 

When we arrived at the QE, almost as soon as I'd checked in, the nurse who was working with Mr. Kolli came over to me to say they'd be doing me first, but they were still finishing up the morning list. That was fine, it gave me time to eat my pretzel. He came to get me at about one, and I drove round the corner to a little theatre. Hopped up on the bed and I met a lady from the company that makes the membranes. I think she was there to look after the merchandise, because it's very expensive. I lay back, the nurse put millions of drops in my left eye, Mr. Kolli opened up my eye with a speculum, and he lay the membrane over it. Gently took the speculum out, and he taped my eye half-shut. I had to then go away for two hours and come back so he could check it, so we went to get warm beverages because I was cold, and stare at our phones until it was time to go back. He checked it, it was fine, I have to keep it like this for a week. Half taped shut. It is really fucking irritating, I have no idea how I am going to do my drops, but I have to try and keep it this way until next Friday when we see how it's doing. It's a good thing I haven't got much on.