Yawning morning. 5.6 at 4.40!
Early start today, we would like to leave no later than 8, it’s 365 miles to Brighton and I’ve realised it’s the Easter holidays for some. Our kids don’t finish until Thursday. Hoping roads aren’t too bad. We’re all packed apart from the last minute toiletries. Bins to empty and dishes to wash after breakfast and we’re done. Just hope my gut deals with my breakfast before we leave, hence the early hour, I need to give myself plenty of time after breakfast! TMI?
🙄 Talking of which, had a letter on Saturday from the Dietetics Department, I’d forgotten one of the many consultants I’ve already seen had referred me. It’s a Zoom call, ( oh Gawd), but it happens to be when we’re in darkest, deepest north of Scotland. There’s barely a mobile signal let alone good WiFi. The appointment is at 11.30 and there’s no way I’m hanging around our holiday cottage waiting for a Zoom thingymajig that might not even be viable. I’ll call them to change it, I’m not sure if it will help with my partially obstructed small intestines, gastric dumping syndrome, diverticulitis and diabetes! But I suppose I’ve nothing to lose. Apart from my dignity, “ you’re on mute!”
Have a Happy Monday and I’ll see you tomorrow in blustery Brighton.
