The New thing was visiting Churchill’s War Rooms today. It’s just as it was in the film I saw – primitive   and pretty bleak and very cramped, but with a typically British stoic feel to the whole place. My semi working ( as in the charge is unreliable ) IBot got me there, after Linda got me ready. My fixation definitely worries me, as I seem less and less rigid all the time, as time goes by. I’ve decided to limit movement as much as I can, though that’s my own common sense kicking in, rather than my surgeon’s advice.

Friday im expecting to be told that I’m going to be admitted straight away for bed rest followed by surgery, but we’ll see.

If I end up staying in hospital I’ll miss such delights as my skin cancer check up next week – Gawd it looks like one way or another I’m going to be claimed soon! Never mind.

Thanks to the usual suspects for their support, and to Linda for introducing me to some new mind concepts. In return I’ve introduced her to such shocking movies as Movie 43 and In Bruges,  neither being everyone’s cup of tea…