I had my final visit to the hospital today. All I could get out of the consultant was, 'wow, you look well'. I thought he might actually examine me or ask highly personal questions, as he usually does. But, no, that seems to be that. So I must be expected to survive then.
I also went to see the dietitian. She seemed happy with my diet and added 'wow, you look well'. I guess I look well. She also, rather surreally, gave me a B&Q paint chart and asked which colour most matched that of my stool. As I have said, there is not much left of your personal life that hasn't been picked over and I gave up on dignity a long time ago, but I thought the colour chart unnecessarily coy, if rather amusing. Splendid Sienna BTW. Or was it Brilliant Barbaresco?
Anyway, enthused, and energised by NHS cappuccino, I came home and chiseled out some drainage holes in a retaining wall, cleared out the drain in the patio and brushed up all the moss from the pointing, cleared the leaves from the side entrance, trimmed a bit of hedge I'd missed last month, composted the flower bed, touched up some painting on the stairs, fitted doorstops to two new doors, repaired a wall where one of them had been knocking and repaired the front doorstep where someone had tripped and pulled off the moulding.
I think I'll go to bed now.
Not sure why I'm doing all this, but I start Spanish lessons tomorrow. Actually, I made it a New Year resolution to learn Spanish this year because I thought I was going walking in South America. Clearly I had to cancel all that. But, ever hopeful, I thought I might still continue with the lessons. I have been reading the text book 'Spanish In 15 Minutes' for the last 6 months. I think I can safely say it doesn't work.
One last thing (I really am going now) - surely today's Google doodle is the best they've done?