Willie saves the day

The electricians arrived bang on time - 8am. They were here to move a switch which has been covered by one of the new shoe cabinets. Forty minutes later, job done, I left the house with them for my doctor’s appointment.

She wanted to see me after the latest blood test. Now they have found out that it’s my parathyroid glands playing up. Who knew about these? They’re doing too much whatever they do, naughty things. She’s asked the neurologist what to do next. Perhaps more Vitamin D. Perhaps a scan. Perhaps surgery... Surgery?

I may have looked a tad worried at this point, so she got all concerned and said, ‘I’m sure it’s not cancer. I’ve never heard of cancer of the parathyroid glands…’

Cancer! It hadn’t even crossed my mind, thanks!

But really, I think it’s a simple removal of a couple of them, as we have four. And they’re the size of a pea. I’m not worried, really. I’m just being a drama queen!

Back home and I’ve been doing lots of clearing out. There is so much stuff still to go to the charity shop. We have so many different duvets and bedding and general knick knacks junk. It all must go!

Also fiddled with the Africa slideshow. It’s ready to bore visitors now.

And so I haven’t been out. This is an emergency blip.

In the early 70s my mum (she used to be a nurse) took a job at an old folks’ home. Willie Woods was her favourite client. I went to visit him, and made this clay head while I was at college and had access to a kiln. He really did look like this. He always got dressed in his three piece striped suit and wore a big flat cap. [Edit: Yes, he does look like Paw Broon. Why did this never occur to me?]

To my shame (now), I used to tease my mum about looking after ‘old folk’. She would have been about my age now, ie, not old at all!

Though some days I feel old.