Coughing started late last night, a horrible tickle at the back of my throat. An interrupted night followed - three pitstops. Wakening at a 'normal' hour was a muddled business. We were meant to be lunching with neighbours. I had no wish to infect them. First question - despite having been quick off the mark to have another Covid booster, had I got Covid-19? We still have an ample stock of test kits. At least that showed I was NEGATIVE. Nevertheless, I called off lunch. Eventually, I ventured out to buy a large suitcase having discovered/remembered that ours had a non-functioning retractable handle. All good despite interrupted sleep. Then I had a call from our neighbour in Poole from whom we had ordered a new dining suite - the van was on its way. We have a small flat and had compromised on a dinky, rickety dining table and chairs from Argos when we moved in. But our neighbour restores mid-century furniture and had a Niels Koefoed teak circular table and 6 chairs on display the last time we were there. Measurements satisfied us it would fit. So it proved. What a difference. (See picture.) The leaf to make it a 6-seater fits under a sofa. What do you with the old stuff? Fortunately, we have a bulky items disposal bay close by in the Barbican. If it (the Argos table and chairs) is still there tomorrow morning I will be surprised. And I will check as it on my route to Barts to give more blood for science. Then I will hear from my clinical oncology consultant as to my prospects. (Must remember to wear a mask.) End of Treatment poses so many questions. Will I remember them all? Time now to stop reminiscing, and write up my list. In particular, I'm interested to known whether the treatment I have just had offers a chance of cutting out (no pun intended) castration. If there is a trial in prospect, I'm volunteering. Regretably, I suspect the answer will be NO!
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