This'll be a short post – I didn't even creep out of bed till noon today. Shocker, I never lie in usually. Made it out to meet J&R at the Imperial pub in a Chelsea for a roast chuck lunch with the dog beasts, who very sweetly crept under the chairs from the opposite sides of our table, to give each other a kiss on arrival.
Back is still sore and lacking mobility (sorry, even I'm getting bored writing this), so while it made its leap of improvement last week, it's now stealthily lurking on that plateau still. Really hoping it will improve, of if not, I'll see what Prof says when I see him this Wed. By which point the biopsy results should be back – even if it's a fat 'nope, nothing grew from your back aspirate in the petri dish', which is kind of what I'm anticipating but who knows..
Ah well, Sunday night. Wishing y'all a good week at work or at play. My sister is shipping in (well, flying) tomorrow for a three night stay, so we have sausages ready for her (apparently they don't sell them in Holland, well, not British-style ones anyway), plus plenty of fruit juice for her vodka and orange requirements…
Sleep well lovely people x