dullAt Clapham Junction today, I went into Costa, and absurdly blew 2.35 on a latte, just to sit in a coffee shop like a 'normal person' again. I haven't been able to afford such indulgences in a very,very long time, although once in a while, I just have to do it anyway.
Had a letter from the hospital cancelling my appointment and saying I'd be sent another. Still don't know what to do, anyway. All my thinking about gastric bands always makes that annoying song, BLACK VELVET BAND start rolling on the inner jukebox, so it's my constant companion these days...
