Do you ever have nightmares… Which somehow go on into the day?

Of course you do. Today was mine. Nightmare last night about having to feed 20 children 20 dogs and some horrible rat thing.

The alarm went off just as the rat thing squeezed out of its cage. How glad I was to see 5.30 am.

Off to London for the nuclear imaging scheduled for 9.oo am to 13.oo.

Trains were running late due to overhead something. Of course!

Got to clinic.. on time. Just.

Nice radiology person Injected me with nuclear stuff. Told to drink copious amounts of water to dissapate the nukes not see pregnant ladies or children for 24 hours….half life of nukes ….. Blah blah… and wander off for 3 hours. Thankfully I know the area well. As in where the toilets (Pret) are! Did some bits at post office. But tripped over their entrance step. Crashed to the floor.

Too embarrassed to accept help stumbled out totheto the next job on my list. Via Pret! Nearly got run over by a Waitrose van on a zebra crossing. Oops.

Got back for 12.oo.

Scan was fine but lying still for an hour with an itch on my face. Trying to breathe not move

Scanner then had to recalibrate for 3D imaging.

Thankfully got back to a loo before that was done. They don’t really understand dysfunctional bladder self cath etc. Couldn’t be bothered to explain.

Scanner developed a fault so I filled the time pretending I was in a pilates class in a barn in lovely France with Dotty….. Induecourse I got 3D’d…and asked what music I’d like for the duration. I suggested Sting… but they didn’t have it. So I sang in my head imagining a Sting concert on a hot sweaty night in France. Every breathe you take…I’ll be scanning YOUUUUU tra la

While waiting for the discs which Jerome had suggested I ask for… I texted him to ask where I should leave them.

That didn’t go well… he texted back… he would not be able to look at them today. Shit I didn’t mean him to. My badly worded message too annoying for him… #Stupidme.

So, off I went, back to St P. Missed a train. Found another loo. Caught a train… Driver was missing… Doors locked… Poop

Eventually the train left. And as I sunk with considerable relief into my seat at find myself near a shouting match at the end of the carriage. A Young girl was shouting at her child. I hate that and fight the urge to intervene. Then on the phone yelling in a horrible Jeremy-Kyle way at her social worker. The whole carriage was listening. And suddenly I caught the eye of some fellow travellers and we all burst out laughing and sighing at the horror unfolding behind us … God will the day ever end?

More later, but for now…

Sting was brill I really did see him in concert in France last week! Lucky me.

Wonderful Pilates Dotty is real too.

Actually this is all real apart from the 20 dogs, children and rats! Shudder. WAKEUP. .