Still can't use my keyboard properly, but am now able to keep up with reading stuff. Have been riveted by the exotic descriptions and photos of
The painter is still doing bits & bobs. The lino is so poorly laid that I think there is going to be A Problem.*Sigh*...It would be very nice to have something go relatively smoothly at this point. I am soooo feckin' exhausted. BTVision isn frelled yet again, too.And the phone.
I got a nice pack of minis from the industrious
Interesting conversation on the bus, t'other day; two scholarly looking older men discussing Thomas Mann and his 'longings'. Wish I could have heard better.
Also on the bus, on the way up Whitehall, you can see the Trafalgar Square
plinth people in the distance. I was surprised by what appeared to be a couple engaged in doggie-style congress, thinking well, it's good that people are carrying on their hours on display uncensored...Coming closer, of course, I realised it was one bloke on a stationary bike. I should wear my specs outdoors, really.
What's all this about giant flying carnivorous squid attacks, then? I'm sure they're holding something back. It got surprisingly little coverage.
I spent another fout hours in Kings College Hospital, Friday. I don't have a lot of confidence in the guy I'm seeing. After 90 minutes wait, he just asks questions he's asked several times before, and sends me off for more blood tests, which I had last time. I really don't think I want 'his knife in my glands', I'm going to come out with it next time,and ask if he's the one who would actually be doing my op. Again, I don't have time to go into it, now, but his manner is very peculiar and dozy, and he just seems generally incompetent. Meh.