Rugby Breakfast No 2

It was a bit hard getting up early to go for a rugby breakfast today. Wonder if it could have had anything to do with the amount of wee mozzarella and sundried tomato wrapped in a basil leaf nibbles I had last night...

Rushed over to the pub for 9.30, match at 10am, to find the place empty! Match at 11am! Drat. Walked on over to Artisan Roast for a more convivial ambience - good coffee, yummy banana bread, and excellent sound system - never screechy stuff.

Back to our front row pew for the game and a bacon bap. Well, I don't blame JR for getting a bit bored, though resisting getting the papers out - not the exciting game I had expected/hoped for, except for the last ten minutes or so. I'm glad the Aussies won - makes next week's even more exciting.

We waited at an unaccustomed bus stop, and there was a vintage clothing shop nearby. I had a peek in. Standing at the counter was the lovely lady in the spotted dress. I couldn't help myself - I said, 'You look nice! Can I take your photo?' She was very obliging, and even got the owner of the shop to come and pose too. Much nicer fashions that what was on parade in the cocktail bar last night!!

Town was absolutely mobbed, so I didn't last long, not when I'd already bagged my blip! There was a big march in the city, buses diverted, traffic at a standstill, I was very glad to get out of it. Poor bus drivers, having to negotiate that mess every day.

Yesterday the receptionist at the doctors' rang up, with quite an urgent tone.
'We have the results of your test. You have to go into hospital'.
'I beg your pardon?'
'You have to go into hospital and the doctor wants to speak to you about it.'

After I had completed my gasps and wailings and calmed down a tad, she explained further. It's my thyroid tests, about a month ago. They've been watching it getting more and more useless for a couple of years now, but they seem to have decided they will spring into action now. It's not 'going into hospital' as far as I'm aware, but whatever they do, it's not done at the surgery. But I did rather get shock! Not really the most gentle way to deliver the news...

Tennis this afternoon. Oh, and a Magnum. Quelle surprise...