This picture doesn't do the true murky-green-brown colour justice |
Clean living does not, however, seem to have improved my capacity for rational thought. I ask you, what sort of dimwit orders two new sofas, signs on the dotted line, pays a deposit and then goes home to measure up only to discover, predictably enough, that the sofas would be way too big? I'll tell you what sort of a dimwit does that, me. It's all sorted out now (different sofas ordered) but it was embarrassing going back to the shop to explain myself. I thought they might make me stand outside the manager's office to think about the error of my ways and how I'd let myself down.
On the health front it's a CT scan next week. Then I have to wait the best part of a month for results. Although I have been promised that should anything needing urgent attention turn up the hospital will call me in earlier. I'm a bit worried about this as the last scan, in November, revealed a possible increase in the size of the little buggers in my lungs. I shall wait a week after the scan then start making a nuisance of myself by phone. Well, being a nuisance is as good a hobby as anything , and one at which I feel I can excel (unlike knitting).
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