We're On Our To Wembley...

Monday, 18th August

No patients today, so no trip to the West End.  It was positively like a holiday, apart from the persistently grim weather.  And we're not even up North.  I tackled the 'To Do Box Box, i.e. the never-ending pile of personal financial and other bits and pieces that need sorting out.  A job not dissimilar to painting Albert Bridge, finish one end, and start painting at the other.  Or maybe that's the Forth Bridge, perhaps on Albert Bridge, it's replacing the light bulbs that is a never ending task.  A bit like the halogens in our kitchen, come to that.

The problem with a day loafing around the house, is that there's not a lot of focus, and emptying half the crap out of a small black A4 box, doesn't really seem like an achievement, although I am sure that it is.  It does have a certain deleterious effect on the bank account though, getting through the bills.  I then had a slightly more negative poke at the finances, completing my winter wardrobe with a couple of dresses, and pairs of trousers from Toast.  However, I would like to point out that my entire stash (also including a pair of pewter pumps and a two tone scarf), cost less than Beth has just spent on one cashmere leopard skin, limited edition, scarf from Vuitton.  However she promises me that she will love it like a baby, I do hope that doesn't mean regurgitating on it, and chewing the ends.  Kindly, she said that Xanthe can have it when she goes upstairs.  Which got me thinking, if we have upstairs, where Troy and I sleep, and upstairs-upstairs, where the children are, are Troy and I in limbo, or the kids in Nirvana?

Troy has taken far too much of a liking to my new Nokia E90 Communicator.  Yes, you gadget freaks out there, read 'em and weep.  He's been admiring the sleek titanium contours, the giant screen and ease of programming - but he wants an iPhone, so 'Oi! Troy, step away from the Nokia.'

I went to The Chelsea Arts Club again this evening, for an early drink with Christopher, who is a writer. I clutched my application form in my sweaty paws, as we had a glass of wine in the garden.  He thought it was overly defensive - 'Although I am a doctor.....'  Well, I'll find out in two years time, if I have enough suitably arty credentials.  We also talked about my book, which he feels is a sufficiently interesting proposal, to talk to his own agent about it.

Tuesday, 19th August

The summer is running away from us, and who'd have thought we'd even seen it, with the grey skies and constant drizzle.  Troy described the sky as being biblical, on one perfectly stormy night last week, which I think sums it up perfectly.  We were incredibly lucky with the weather for the wedding, particularly as we had it in the first week of Wimbledon, which should have guaranteed us a downpour.

I spent most of the day reporting MRI scans, and downloading new apps for my phone, getting to grips with the existing applications I don't really understand, and buying really useful things like 3D Tetris, which is nigh impossible to play.  I have to admit, having spent ten minutes figuring out how to use the barcode reader, I couldn't think what use it would ever be.

I popped out to the Harbour Club late afternoon, for a spot of pre-honeymoon grooming.  Without giving you too much information, I was half way through the most painful of female procedures - when the fire alarm went off, and we were all evacuated.  So we had to stand in the dripping rain outside the Club for twenty minutes, until the firemen stood the alarm down.  Then back inside for more ripping and screaming.

Troy and I then had the sort of evening most newly-weds would adore.  Shooting Wii zombies, with machine guns, in co-op mode.  Well, most newly-wed blokes anyway.

I may have the body of a weak and feeble woman, but in my skull, there burns the brain of a man.

Wednesday, 20th August

I have been totally disorientated today, by going in to John & Lizzie's.  I would normally be there on Thursday afternoons, and indeed I am there tomorrow, but I agreed to cover this morning.  I think it confused everyone else as well.  I started out with only three patients booked, but the morning rapidly became fairly chaotic.  Then I went home to complete another MR marathon, before leaving to watch England play the Czech Republic at Wembley.  We have been listening to some of the players comments, Joe Cole feels that's it important for the team to keep moving, which is excellent news for the fans, as it would be boring if they just stood there.  And Fabio is pleased with both the captain, and the squid that he has chosen.  Well Squiddly Diddly in goal, couldn't be worse than Fumble-Fingers Robbo.

And I am soo looking forward to my champagne and seafood....