Six feet high and rising
So it's still raining here in the UK. Not so bad in London which has always been one of the driest parts of the country but Herefordshire, Worcestershire and Gloucestershire are all inundated. Hereford - where my Mum and Dad live - and the part of Worcester where my sister and brother-in-law live are OK but huge swathes of the countryside are impassable. I spent Sunday morning sweeping the water out of the church basement so I decided to forgo my afternoon trip to the gym in favour of a gentle stroll into town and a coffee and a muffin in Starbucks followed by a non-buying trip round the bookshops.
Saturday I went over to see Clarisse and Jason. Stopped off in Bromley beforehand to stock up on shirts and trousers at Primark which were unbelievably cheap. Got four shirts and two pairs of trousers for £34 quid. Sadly Clarisse didn't make much headway cleaning my inky shirts (and yes she did offer!) so I expect I will have to be going back there again to stock up on more shirts over the next few weeks.
Now the next bit has gory medical detail so if you're squeamish look away now.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
There I've even left a bit of a gap so you can bail out when this pops up on your friends' page !
I went to the doctors on Friday with my piles. He had a look at them. I'm sure they train doctors not to say 'f*^&^ me' during consultations in medical school but that was pretty much the gist of his reaction. He said there were some 'skin changes' whatever that means and wants me to go to the hospital for a biopsy. I still feel fit and well but in my blacker moments I think at best I'm going to have somebody sticking a needle up my a-se and at worst I'm going to die of manky-bottom disease. Probably just me being hypochondriac but I will feel better when it's all over and may well reward myself with a spending spree in Waterstone's and a bungalow-sized piece of chocolate cake. Went to the gym afterwards where I surprised myself by not being as completely unfit as I thought I'd be. Maybe there is a bit of life left in the old dog yet ...
Saturday I went over to see Clarisse and Jason. Stopped off in Bromley beforehand to stock up on shirts and trousers at Primark which were unbelievably cheap. Got four shirts and two pairs of trousers for £34 quid. Sadly Clarisse didn't make much headway cleaning my inky shirts (and yes she did offer!) so I expect I will have to be going back there again to stock up on more shirts over the next few weeks.
Now the next bit has gory medical detail so if you're squeamish look away now.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................
There I've even left a bit of a gap so you can bail out when this pops up on your friends' page !
I went to the doctors on Friday with my piles. He had a look at them. I'm sure they train doctors not to say 'f*^&^ me' during consultations in medical school but that was pretty much the gist of his reaction. He said there were some 'skin changes' whatever that means and wants me to go to the hospital for a biopsy. I still feel fit and well but in my blacker moments I think at best I'm going to have somebody sticking a needle up my a-se and at worst I'm going to die of manky-bottom disease. Probably just me being hypochondriac but I will feel better when it's all over and may well reward myself with a spending spree in Waterstone's and a bungalow-sized piece of chocolate cake. Went to the gym afterwards where I surprised myself by not being as completely unfit as I thought I'd be. Maybe there is a bit of life left in the old dog yet ...