Valentine s Weekend. I was away working in London and got home to a card from one of those awful websites that mean men no longer have to go to an actual shop.
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My name is called for my brain scan. The nurse is behind a glass screen and is wearing a mask.
‘Mumble, mumble, mumble,’ she says. I tell her I’m deaf, and that when people are behind a screen and wearing a mask, I can’t hear a word.
‘Mumble, mumble, mumble.’
I turn to Nic, who has driven me here, as I’m too dizzy to drive. She’s morphed into my carer.
‘What did the nurse say?’
‘She said, “Have you read the notice on the wall about not having been abroad and have you lost your sense of taste.”’
Does he want to see me or need somewhere to stop off to use the loo?
You will be reading this having already ‘done’ Christmas – I imagine you are in a darkened room, with a cold flannel on your forehead. But for me it’s still early December and the washing-up/overeating/purchasing of emergency gifts/arguments are still to come! The Mystery Man who texted me, calling me ‘Beautiful’ and saying he hasn’t driven up the A1 for a very long time, hasn’t been back in touch. What a complete and utter b ! Or am I kicking off too soon?