June 12th already

Friends and long lost acquaintances have been visiting me. i think they think my days are numbered. Well they are, in a manner of speaking.
This morning I woke at 6.00 and climbed into a salty, lavender bath. Lay there for 20 minutes then slipped into bed next to the ‘oosbind. I meditated and fell asleep until 9.00.
The strain, the drain, the pain, weasles its way into my consciousness. However, today I’m factoring in the washing, the ironing, and then a trip into town to attend a concert of one of the dawter’s friends who’s playing a gig at the local community centre.
I mopped the kitchen floor yesterday and lay in the sun to recover. The old git drove us, in my car – roof down – to buy organic carrots and partake of a raw chocolate drink with a delicious hazelnut shortbread biscuit, made with organic ingredients. The afternoon was taken up by my ex-cleaner who sat on the settee and introduced us to her delicious new man, she stroked my feet and told me of a healing centre that is a but a sunflower seed away. So tomorrow I will investigate yet another route out of this labyrinth.
Last Wednesday we went to the cinema to watch The RSC’s HAMLET. MY surrogate son is in it. Eating popcorn and watching him was a pleasure. My legs jiggled and my body hurt apart from Gertrude, I really enjoyed it.
On Thursday we visited the hospital, yet again, I am the most investigated woman in GB. Even the doctor said so. He asked me to describe my symptoms, said there were two more tests he could try then offered me yet more antibiotics and drugs with lots of ‘LLL’s’ in the name.
I left feeling despondent, relieved and angry. By the time they have diagnosed me I will be 7 stone and weaker than a rain soaked kitten. My cleaners new boyfriend thought I was Sri Lankan, too much lying round in the sun, so I’m changing my name to:
Tumuchisuntanintamraparni. Which loosely translated means I look like a copper beech tree that is withering in the sun. Thank heavens its raining today……