As it transpired, Lisa and I both had important phone calls to make first thing this morning. After crossing my fingers as I dialed, I managed to get through to the surgery, and arranged to see my doctor at 9:40am, while Lisa got through to her sister and arranged a trip on the Brighton Wheel...
It's like three Roy Orbisons and a handful of munchkins. And that's not a cheetah on Amelie's back.
The rest of my family spent the day running around the Brighton Pavilion maze (after Amelie had asked if a maze is a type of corn), before having lunch at Harry Ramsden's, and then riding the wheel on the seafront. Meanwhile, I was at the doctor's, being given a four-week course of high-strength antibiotics. Amelie might think she had a feelgood day to remember, but it's nothing compared to the month I'm about to have.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
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I think a course of high-strength antibiotics should mean a month off work!!
I am so behind with my reading here - but feel the least I can do when you have been blog posting depsite ailing is take the trouble to comment. Firstly belated birhtday wishes to you Lisa x, and secondly feel better soon Phil x
Thanks on both counts, Poirot x
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