A red letter day

Perhaps that should be a red phone call day? Either way: quite early this morning, I had a call from the Churchill Cancer Centre, asking me to come in to the clinic next Monday. Hurrah! I hope this means they've found something and have some idea what to do about it. We'll see.

I did almost nothing else for the rest of the day besides faff about on the computer to no purpose, finish a not-very-good book, and sleep a lot. It was very warm and sticky today, and I have quite a bad pain, possibly cancer-related, possibly not, under my right boob.

My NHS certificate for free prescriptions arrived, which I'm sure will come in useful. I'm not actually being prescribed anything right at this moment, but I daresay that will change.

Judy and the Gentleman Caller had a far more exciting day, first attending the funeral of their friend Georgina (formerly George) - another cancer victim - and then going out to the pub. My evening looks like being a rerun of Lewis and then early bed.

Thrills, thrills, thrills.