As I have an appointment later this afternoon - I find myself at a loose end (by way of an explanation - when I have an appointment, which I can't be late for, I find it hard to focus on anything until it's time to leave the house for said appointment. I have three alarms set today - the first to remind me not to eat, the second to remind me to drink two pints of water and the third to remind me that it is nearly time to set off).
And it's raining. So I'm in my office with my thoughts. And as I have an appointment, for a CT scan, my thoughts today are on a giant polo mint. I've been told that it is way less scary than an MRI. So I am absolutely not at all nervous. Nope. Not even one little tiny nag of doubt in my mind (as she googles images of CT machines). Before my CT I also have to go get 20 odd blood tests repeated. Even though I still haven't had the results on the ones taken two weeks ago. And still have no diagnosis. The only solace I can take from all of this is that I am obviously not at death's door. In fact I had a pretty good week, last week. Up with the lark (pet name for the cup of tea that appears by my bedside each morning), gardening, alpaca poo picking, hen coop cleaning and other such delights. I think I am recovering from the mysterious illness. I think fresh air and the smell of chicken shit are the perfect medicine. Work life... My contract with the International Paralympic Committee came to an end. Quietly. Of course I should have flown to Bonn on the last day of the contract - but I had to cancel due to poorliness. So...my contract finished. And I have just submitted the final invoice. Which comes to around 50p as I've done so little for them this past month. Alpacas The girls went for a run out in the neighbouring fields the other day. They loved it. So much so they spent the next couple of days trying to work out how to get back in. Just for info: an Alpaca run is similar to a giraffe, IMO. I have yet to try the halters again. I need to build my confidence. But I really want to get them trained to walk with a halter and lead. Apparently it's easy (according to Google results) - it's not. The house We've stalled a little - as Stu has been fitting a kitchen for a customer. In the meantime...
My personal choice is the wall and fencing to the rear of the house. They'll provide privacy from the holiday cottage guests and the owners when they turn up. They'll also prevent the holiday guests from mistakenly entering our back garden to try and access next door. And of course...they'll draw a line under the 'rear right of way access thingy' that caused a year of grief from the next door owners. The 6 foot fence will also mean that next door won't have to look at the 'piles of rubble' that are building up out there (we don't intend ordering another skip until we've all but finished the interior of the house). So they should be happy...right? I have three hours until I have to stop eating. And five hours until I have to drink two pints of water. I should have set an alarm for the best time to have my shower and get out of my scruffs. And finally...this. (Not mine I hasten to add...)
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