Still life

What a day. 

The good bit was that Alex (my longest serving friend!) was in Epsom waiting for her car to be serviced, so she popped in and we had lunch in the garden. 

The less good bit was being on the phone, or waiting for a return phone call, all day.

It's taken several phone calls, first to 111, who referred me to a doctor in Kingston who rang me back and said she'd contact my doctor for me, then I called my doctor's surgery and had to wait for a call back, and then there was a surgery visit, until I finally got a diagnosis of a chest infection. 

The Kingston doctor was lovely; she knew about bronchiectasis and said that even if the x-ray didn't show an infection there was probably one hiding away and I would need the antibiotics. My own doctor was less reassuring, but she could hear the infection she said. I wish I liked my GP.

Anyway, I'm tired and tearful but the antibiotics should help. Neil is doing dinner. I look forward to food, tv, and knitting.