Nightwear is also on my mind as I need to find something respectable enough to take to hospital, 'respectable', in this case, having less to do with scanty Baby Doll-type ensembles and more to do with all my existing nighties being grey and threadbare.
Mostly an unproductive day today, apart from phoning to cancel the pleural clinic next week; also checking out my hospital insurance, which seems to have been a grand waste of money, I would have been better off putting £10 a month in a savings account. Oh, well.
And now it's the weekend, which, really, means very little to me these days. It helps to keep count, though. Time keeps on slipping, slipping, slipping ...
