The CT scan was fairly scary, and of course, they couldn't find my veins, which is always thrilling. I had to be shot up with the 'contrast' dye, like in THE EXORCIST, and was warned of feeling hot, having a strange taste in my mouth, and feeling an urge to pee. None of that happened, I'm glad to say, but the whole business seemed to take hours. I was astonished to find I'd gone in and out in about 20 minutes. Whew... Also, the 'washing machine' wasn't as confined as I was expecting, your feet kind of stick out. Still quite creepy, though.
I'm still watching season 7 of AMERICAN HORROR STORY: CULT I fear the shark has been jumped, though.
I'm very fortunate that I haven't needed to cross the river. It looks like the 87 buses are only going to Vauxhall for the forseeable future. (Protests should carry on for another week.) I do admire what they're doing, but I feel sorry for those who are stuck when they're trying to get somewhere urgently.
It's mild, really, but I've been feeling so chilled I'm tempted to put the heat on! Absurd...