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johnny9fingersThese last few weeks I've been a chauffeur.
Barring yesterday I've been driving a friend to hospital every morning for her radiotherapy.
On Friday I went to my hairdresser to get a haircut. Whilst trimming the old Ninefingers' scalp the chap that does noticed that a lump on the back of my head occasioned by an old Rugby injury from my dim-and-distant schooldays some thirty+ years ago had somehow got bigger. He advised me to see a quack about it.
Appointment booked for Thursday afternoon. Hope it's nothing serious, or if it is it will be quick and to the point. Though I do good languishing I'm sure I'd make a poor patient.
So many sins, so little time....
Go well and do good things.
Barring yesterday I've been driving a friend to hospital every morning for her radiotherapy.
On Friday I went to my hairdresser to get a haircut. Whilst trimming the old Ninefingers' scalp the chap that does noticed that a lump on the back of my head occasioned by an old Rugby injury from my dim-and-distant schooldays some thirty+ years ago had somehow got bigger. He advised me to see a quack about it.
Appointment booked for Thursday afternoon. Hope it's nothing serious, or if it is it will be quick and to the point. Though I do good languishing I'm sure I'd make a poor patient.
So many sins, so little time....
Go well and do good things.
