Thursday, March 27
Manning the desk at the Brain Doctor's today. I took one of my charity shop finds with me - a bubblegum pink belted cardigan - if I put it on and tie the belt I look like a pair of raw pork sausages on legs.
I unraveled the garment on my lap trying to be discrete about it while chatting with the crazy people who sit on the sofa in front of me. When I was alone I viewed the pink crinkle on the floor and thought it looked like my own innards were leaking out
Two big trucks are parked outside my house running a generator. It's late in the evening and I'm too cross about them to concentrate on anything else
Maybe tomorrow I'll discover that a life-saving operation was being performed - one that needed lots of lights and other electricity.