Apparently, UCLH send their letters to be typed in India, back to Warren Street to be signed, and only then out to the GP. Which explains why Dr S this morning had bugger all on file about my internal miseries. Still, he was all sympathy, and referred me back to UCLH gastro-enterology on Wed 15th Oct, 12:30pm [KW - I'll be in touch] . He's emigrating to a town of 5,000 in Canada next Wednesday. Wise man..
Rest of morning at interesting poetry workshop in somewhat dilapidated Haringey library (pictured); breakfast on the bus; woke tired; Nursey and Doctor with my brain barely awake (still, makes a change to sleep past 5, 6am).
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Have improved layout to 24 pairs of shoes and a cat ii (17th Sept), if you're keen to see which pairs are which.
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Resisted purchasing gold lace embroidered ballet pumps from proper ballet shop yesterday. Very proud of self. It was the prospect of sewing the tapes in, and not being able to wear them outdoors that did for them.
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