Wednesday, 15 October 2008

(Im)measurable triumph

[Turn away if squeamish] Nursey couldn't fit 12cm of packaging inside my very own breast pocket today.  Only another 33cm to go.
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For the unitiated, while other people have breast pockets in their shirts, mine's in my breast.  Healing, very, slowly.  Nursey reckons Christmas, latest..
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No idea who Fiona Cooper is/was.  I rehoused this ruler when the Yoga Therapy Centre moved to Islington.  Reckoned I appreciated it far, far more than Robin ever did.  Still, you never know.
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Time to pack paper dolls, Tom Jones and an apple.  Time for hospital.

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