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2 1/2 hr wait with my Torygraph held high to avoid eye contact with Needy Nutter No.3 (they were everywhere today) to see Mr Trustworthy Surgeon - all's healing well, next appt in a month; Nurse Amelia is engaged after an 8 month courtship, wedding in the spring (that's the spirit); Mr Trustworthy is moving to Guy's Hospital but will let me go with him.  

Home; fell asleep immediately; woke for tea & two cupcakes - Cakeadoodledo woman is very canny:  I've been using her recipe to the letter; yet hers taste better.  She's crammed extra egg yolk and vanilla in, somehow.  And I salute her reckless use of colouring - had to rinse off splendidly stained fingertips.

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Where did today's visitors materialise from?  Who do I know in Yogyakarta?  Lively writing workshop yesterday;  conjured up dialogue with neighbour as couple having sex in a lift.  Felt like kids passing notes in class, momentarily forget it was so legitimate, we'd even paid for it.

Finished another Muji passport notebook with character sketches on journeys to & from hospital.  Struggling to read my speedwriting now.  What does "hoodie/cosy/robots" mean, exactly? Displacement, don't you love it.  It was when I stopped to scribble on a zebra crossing that I realised things might have gone a little far.  There's no money in writing, is there?  Even Ian Fleming never let the day job go.