To the clinic for taking bloods. Nice phlebotomist, well set up office. I’m getting more impressed with the practice each time I have contact.
Not that I’ve had any physical contact since the start of the ‘flu.
Then, across the way to the civic centre in Neath where we inspected the plans submitted by one of our neighbours wishing to extend his house. We’re satisfied there will be no adverse effect on us or our property, so we’ll not be lodging objections. I rather doubt the likelihood of the project getting through the planning and building regulations process, however, so it’s likely to be an academic question.
And then, oh blessed relief! to La Baguette du Jour as was for coffee and a large breakfast pannini. It wasn’t a long fast, but just knowing you’re forbidden tends to liven the appetite.
Home, lunch, and a long, long nap. I’d slept well enough but had woken on the hour every hour to check the time so that I was not late for the clinic. Silly practice but I’m resigned to it and don’t expect to escape in my lifetime.
Still watching out for Mr. Pres., and he’s doing fine. Looks to be weary to the bone, though, and I hope he’ll be able to put his feet up and relax over the weekend, leaving subordinates to work on the detail. It’s all very well hitting the ground running but there’s no need for the man to martyr himself to it, is there?
