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Date: 18 June 2003 20:30:18
Went to the hospital for my 3 monthly check up - the one where they make sure nothing has reappeared and that this are healed nicely. Only I never had it as the consultant was call away to the operating theatre. I could have waited but, the option was there to rebook which I decided to take because I didn't fancy sitting around for hours - and even then there would be no guarantee it would take place. It made me appreciate the knock on effect my operation may have had when it took 5 hours instead of 2.
So I wandered into Teddington (well caught the bus) on the off chance that one of the many charity shops there would have a mini skirt or a skirt I could "doctor" to make one. There were a couple of "maybes" but nothing really outstanding. Oh well, I'll have to be my normal hippy - but with greater style and effort.
I stopped to have lunch and a pint at a pub and sat in the garden reading a book - "Cry of the Deer" by David Adam (about St Patrick's Breastplate).
Came home and was really tired so slept for a couple of hours.
Things are hitting me now about having to move - got a bit weepy. It's little things like one of the children writing about "my new house" and talking about their new rooms. Have they been told that I'm not coming with them?
It's at times like this - when I haven't a job, have no money and nowhere to call my home that I get upset about what I have lost.
I can't turn back the clock - what's done is done, and frankly I am better off without Ex, or his place, or his money.
But it hurts - why should he have it all and I have nothing?