2nd June, 2026.
Right … I was up a few grams, at yesterday’s weight management meeting.
And … ?
The volunteers who run it … immediately suggested some more healthy exercise.
Including chair yoga: which, apparently, gets organised through the volunteering services in the room next to the weight management class.
We’ll have to see about that.
At any rate, a nice healthy walk seems in order.
Except I’ll need a hat and coat.
It’s raining out there …
~≈💧≈~
Did I mention I’ve been watching The Blacklist, recently?
The James Spader series is being aired on Channel 4’s catch-up series is both very watchable, and very silly: with one funny line in last night’s episode seeing the Spader character telling a woman he’s locked in a cupboard, that her stroganoff smells wonderful.
Well, it was funny, at the time.
Not quite Dr Lecter’s “I’m having an old friend for dinner”, but certainly in the same, dark, ball park.
~≈📋≈~
Just as a last thought … ?
I actually had a letter, yesterday.
From the NHS bowel cancer screening service: they’re going to be sending my a testing kit inside of the next two weeks.
Hopefully?
That’ll come up clear: and mean I won’t have to go through the necessary — but uncomfortable — colonoscopy.
If it does, though … ?
I’ll face it with the usual good grace.
Yes: it, and the pre-treatment laxatives, aren’t comfortable, or dignified.
But that’s something I’m prepared to go through, if it means avoiding cancer.
~≈👩🏼⚕️≈~
On a less serious note?
The notably accurate tabloid, The Sun, published a piece a few days ago.
Telling us the BBC had cancelled this year’s Dr Who Christmas special.
I trust the Sun: about as far as I can spit a rat.
And also feel a recent comment by Russell T. Davies — that an announcement was due, within a fortnight or so — would be more re-assuring.
We’ll have to see, won’t we?
~≈📺≈~
