Was due to see my vascular surgeon yesterday, (doesn't that sound important?), Dr. Wong, a charming lady, but a message from her 'rooms' said she was poorly and see me next month.
I'd had a shower and donned fresh underwear just in case her examination of my legs might make an unexpected change of direction. So there I was all dressed up with nowhere to go.
I came home, got the sunlounger out (yes; it's getting warmer at last), poured a couple of drinks and laid there thinking "Why doesn't my dentist never ever get sick and cancel my appointment?" You'd think poking around in mouths all day would be a recipe for all sorts of problems. Apparently the little masks they wear might be good for catching bits of debris flying around, but not those nasty things called viruses.
Not a job I could do.
One of life's mysteries!
Craig and Lindsay Foreman end their hunger strike in prison in Iran.
Mega dinghies transport 230 migrants in one go. 80,000 arrived under Labour.
What a difference a day makes 😢😢


