Things are dire, anyway. Too depressing to write about, but I'll just mention the fact that my sister, (currently trapped taking responsibility for the mammy, and unable to get her hands on whatever money there may be for hospital fees, etc...)has been summoned back for a third mammogram, and possible further investigation.
A week after my collision with the bollard, I can only get about vereeeee slowwwly, and any cough or sneeze is excruciating.
Sasa reports that the restaurant GRRR! had last year's beano at is utterly flooded, and the lift isn't working at his & Gordana's place, but otherwise it's not all that bad.As for Belgrade, luckily for me, Charles' flatlet is on fairly high ground, as I recall. The whole thing is now looking like just something else to be got through, though.
It may be callous, but I'll have to just try and put the US family situation to the back of my mind, somehow, for the next couple of weeks.It's not as though there was anything I could actually do.
I need to get my butt in gear. All I really desire is sleep, though.
AND there was no good telly all weekend, apart from DR WHO, and a few decent films, (which,unfortunately,I'd already seen-)
The phone still won't work, despite the whole cable checking business. I'll have to attempt to get a BT engineer in, which I suppose will involve £100 or so of nonexistent money.
"I Yam Finishked" says it all. (See Sean Bieri via percyprune )