The Ongoing Battle

For the second weekend running I had a nerve-wracking start to the day as I went up to the hospital to get my results. And for the second weekend running, we got through to the consultant only to be told the results still weren't back. So, the second appointment they've given me by mistake. It was such a let down and so frustrating. Again, they were apologetic and said they'd look in to it this week, but the weight of not knocking is so hard at the moment, and so horrible knowing we'll have to go through all that horrible emotional build up yet again.
We slipped in to our standard weekend comforts when we got back; consoling ourselves with a Deli lunch with Mum and then up to the allotment for an hours digging. We've been focused on fixing up the shed over the last few weeks, and the soil we'd turned has started to come alive yet again. We made a start turning and weeding for a second time until we all ran out of steam.
After we'd waved Mum off, G and I settled in to an evening of way too much tv; one rugby match and two films in one night!