Don't watch this space

Wonderful - breast clinic check-up yesterday, and nothing to report.  They've finally replaced the much missed Mr Trustworthy Surgeon with someone new, with a brain.  All manner of plastic surgery/tarting up options are now available, should I be inclined (not that I am right now - though the version involving shifting some body fat around with liposuction to even me up sounded tempting for all the wrong reasons).  Mammogram in September, then annually, and if no hiccups for five years, discharged.

Celebrated with sweets from Ambala (there would have been more to photograph, but I ate them). 

Inspired pictures in the post today from a dear friend with imagination and humour:  she took a paper cut-out me on a road trip to Mysore, and captured me eating, swimming and generally enjoying myself, in all my favourite places.  Now all I need to do is build up my working hours, earn a little, and go there for real.

Thank you all very, very much for checking up on me so often and faithfully, but it's time to stop coming back!  No news is exceedingly good news, so it is time for me to get on with life and stop this blogging.  Bye bye.

Oh God, that sounds a bit too final, doesn't it?  So maybe I'll stick a photo or two on once in a long while.  Alright?