Oh … not this, not the smallholding
And certainly not the alpacas, my wonderful llama pajama army
Not the pigs either with their comical ears that flap when they run gleefully across the field
No, not the naughty lambs – they are much better behaved these days.
It isn’t even the pregnant sheep sitting around in the pig field eating the last of the grass
And it couldn’t be the Ixworths as they make the most beautiful chicken flowers – oh, but I haven’t shown you that yet ….
Actually it is the boring, wretched hospital stuff that just keeps on going. After the relief of last week, apparently (so I heard on an answerphone message as it is impossible to talk to a real person) they discussed me in their patient review meeting, but are still waiting for more results to get the full picture – so there wasn’t any point in me going to the hospital yesterday – I have to go back next week. I thought it would be easy to say that I was fine and could go off and enjoy my life …. what’s the hold-up?
N.B. and of course now the nodes in my groin are enlarged or something