Beautiful smelling world after a night's rain, but 'unsettled outlook' doesn't bode well for my spirits or Saturday's wedding - what possessed me to buy a sleeveless, halter-necked dress? I already know the answer - there was a sale at John Lewis, I had two weddings to attend in one summer, and I was thrilled that it was a) cheap, b) fitted, c) who knows when I'll next get to wear something that reveals so much skin without showing scar tissue.
Porridge is cooking - but 'eat breakfast. NO lunch', the instructions said - but just how late can I eat the breakfast without messing the system up? I've set myself 9am as the latest point. Reasonable?
It's getting closer all the time. Of course, naturally, this morning, I feel no pain at all. Does that mean whatever it is won't show up on the CT scan, after all this fuss? Bloody hope not. Want proof that I'm not entirely mad. Then again, proof that I'm entirely well would surely be preferable.
All that time on holiday thinking 'are these my last mountains? last summer?' such melodrama. I've probably got decades of life with belly ache ahead. Confusion reigns.
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