Crazy week.

Conference Monday Solihull.

Lung Function Tuesday. London.

Conference Thursday Birmingham.

For conferences I think / hope I sounded better prepared than last week. Managed the laughs and prizes.

For lungs – bonkers test with a clothes peg on my nose. I really don’t know what they can possibly deduce. Queue for blood tests was over two hours long. I gave up. Walked out.

Wednesday and Thursday. Was chaos

Wednesday. 

A day in the life of Gaggs. I took a new car off for test drive in my pyjamas. Daniel very keen I check it out before he returned it.

Then, I was off for a lake swim. I had a puncture. Swapped to test drive car. Went in my wet suit and dry robe. After swim couldn’t get into the car. Test drive was AI scheduled to end at 10am. Waited for remote reset via Daniel as signal in a field by a lake was not happening . Freezing cold.Got remote unlock. Remote start and somehow got home.

Meanwhile as our own car had a puncture I got a bus to scheduled meet with MJ and McH. In my haste to get dressed as I ran down the little lane I realised my trousers were back to front and my socks were in my pocket . 

The bus was amazing. How old do you have to be to get a bus pass?

Thursday. Birmingham day. Taxi. Train. Hotel. Conference. Easy. Easier with a car but still no puncture fixed.

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Got back to the hotel last night and found the Luton and Dunstable Team had been trying to ring me. Apparently they needed urgent checks the next morning (aka today, Friday). Normally, driving from Birmingham to Luton would be easy… with a car.

Dawn having hardly slept as the hotel paper thin walls shook with snoring from some other room. Then a frantic scramble. Taxi. Birmingham New St. Ended up on a train to Milton Keynes, spending the entire ride waving my phone around trying to summon signal just to prove to the ticket inspector that yes, I do have a ticket and yes, I do have a railcard. Train was late because of “bad tracks” what?

Got a taxi to the hospital. Left my phone in said taxi in my haste to get to the clinic on time. With the help of my brother and the Prof we could track it down via iPad . Meanwhile, I was brushing my teeth in the waiting room.

Two hours later, the Jawbreaker appointment finally happened. Now I’m in another taxi, stuck in traffic, while Storm Amy starts whirling outside.

Sunday I’m going in at 7am .. then

Instructions: pre op. avoid anyone coughing, sneezing, or looking vaguely germy. Mask up if I dare leave the house. Post-op, I’ll be beaten up – but I’ll just say it was a particularly aggressive boxercise class. Smoothies will be needed. And soup. Lots of soup. Possibly TwoSoups. The operation is six what(?) six hours. HDU after. Just so Mr JawB can go home I guess.

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Iconic Victoria Wood’s Two Soups