Another glorious weekend by the sea with Lou. She had to be in London today so I slung up in Bergie in the morning. A blustery day largely and one where it is good to be in a car instead of on foot. I do love Bergie. I use him far too much but he’s like a little extension of me on wheels. I put too much rubbish in both of us, we are both scarred but functional. I’m sure I could extend this comparison indefinitely. Expensive to run. Bigger than he should be. Pumps out hot air. Might blow a gasket.
I drove Lou up to town and would have ferried her around for longer but for the fact I had a doctor’s appointment. Just a little something I’m concerned about. Better to know than to wonder, so I’ve managed to get a referral to have someone put a tube down my throat and look around. Probably just a nodule or some damage – I was coughing like a forty a day man in April, then early summer was all about being sick most evenings. Now I’m sober and eating carefully all the symptoms have gone but the throat, and I’ve just been aware of something there. I’m not particularly worried but no point worrying while we still have the NHS. I don’t think it costs then too much to do an endoscopy. I’m in.
Still a bit scary when they call it urgent cancer referral but she reassures me that it is 1 in 10 where they find something. A good doctor and she listened to me. Sometimes at that place I’ve had to fight to get a referral but maybe they are just better when you’re older.
It’s just gone midnight. I’ve been chilling with the cats and the bath back in London town, just enjoying soft things and reading my book. Had a ramen for dinner. Nothing to report really. It’s Maddys birthday and I thought it was the 20th so she hasn’t got a present and I’ve told her I’m celebrating on the 20th regardless.
I reckon I’m about to have a great hard sleep. Lou is back in Brighton. The weekend is too short.
AlBarclay 