16th March, 2021.
It’s officially the case: that a man without a potato, is a man without food.
Or one type of food, any way.
Or — at least — if he’s out of potatoes: he’s going to have to think about opening a bag of rice.
Or … something …
I’m burbling, aren’t I … ?
At any rate, and forgive me if I’ve said it already … ? But I need a couple of potatoes … !
~≈🥔≈~
Did I mention I’m waiting for a phone call … ?
I’m waiting for a phone call: from the CardioThoracic unit at Basildon Hospital.
I’ve got a CPAP machine from them: a thing that helps me breath while I’m asleep.
It’s very helpful.
But, unfortunately? The hose that connects the machine to the mask I have to wear?
Has split.
And is currently being held together by sellotape!
Hopefully? I’ll get a call relatively quickly.
I’d hate to run out of tape!
~≈🛠≈~
