Tomorrow morning I have to be up early for my scan in Dover. I'm glad about having it done at last, and glad they haven't sent me to Ashford. My mother is picking me up at the crack of dawn, but I'm not sure it wouldn't be better to go by train as there are no traffic problems and no parking hassles. The Beast can get me to the hospital from the station with no problem at all. Anyway, mum is picking me up and my Dr should have the results in 10 working days. This, incidentally, is an "Urgent" scan so I have had to wait only 6 weeks, plus another two for the Dr to get the results. Given that, it is lucky the problem isn't more serious.
Sean is off to visit his sister in Cambridge tomorrow and although she invited me too, I've declined her invitation because of the scan and because I feel so unwell. I hate being a drag on everyone so I plan to stay quietly at home. I've asked Sean to give my love to his sister - she is such a nice lady - and I hope he remembers. He has had a tough week and is shattered at the moment. I wish him a refreshing night's sleep.
My brother Stephen and his wife are off to Fiji on holiday and I hope they have a great time. And I owe my sister a letter, which I will do tomorrow afternoon, with apologies. I'm behind with everything because I have been too washed out to do anything or to sit upright for very long.
Anyway, here is the portrait I fiddled with in my art program.
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