Good morning to you all. Another Friday starts: they do seem to come round in every decreasing circles at the moment, don't they? It's another chilly morning but it's been raining and there's no frost. Yesterday was beautifully sunny which made inside feel a lot warmer as the sun shone through the two big windows (must find time to clean those two windows!)
Yesterday morning I felt energetic, so I moved all the furniture around to my usual Christmas arrangement and now there's a gap where the tree will go. Things were taken upstairs, put away, generally re-organised and, while there's still stuff to do, I'm not far off being 'there' as far as Christmas is concerned. This year I have no-one staying over and that's made a big difference.
I pootled off for the hospital appointment and can understand why people choose to go private. The local private hospital has an NHS 'unit' and it's nearest to me as well. Very convenient.
Everything was very calm, non-clinical, 'soft' (if that makes sense) and it all felt unrushed. Despite that, I was seen bang on time and after the appointment, I was sent down to the ultrasound dept where the polite receptionist booked me in for a scan in the second week in January, apologising for the delay as she did so.
All very civilised!
The doctor is sure it is gallstones and the scan is to confirm this (or not). His very gentle poking and prodding started off a few twinges (nothing too bad) so - well, we will see. I will be told the options at the follow up appointment after the scan.
So that's that for now!
On the plus side, with the very low fat diet, the weight is dropping off at a fair old rate of knots so I really can't complain.
Once home, it was tuition - for those two it was the last of the year as next Thursday the school holidays will have started. I have three more sessions next week and then no more until January.
Then I got out the ironing board and the stack of ironing and ploughed my way through until it was all done. Got to love an empty basket!
Today is a usual Friday - there's very little in the diary so I can focus on home. The biggie is that Alex will be home either this evening or tomorrow. He has survived his first term on university with some blips at the beginning and, I think, has enjoyed the experience. He had planned to come home once a fortnight but this reduced to just once in the whole term so it must have gone OK really.
It will be lovely to see him again.
It's time to stop rambling on and to get into that kitchen and get it sorted. The cleaners come today and I want to make it as easy as possible for them to actually clean rather than move my junk around.
Have a lovely day!