I made it to school with Martha, armed with her antibiotics and note for teacher. We bump into Anna, and had a hug. Martha realised that she had forgotten that she was going on a trip. She didn't have a packed lunch ... Once again, I take a tearful girl into class. We couldn't find the school cook, so I gave her money to buy lunch at the Imperial War Museum, and talked it all through with teaching assistant.
I then momentarily accept a lift to Decathalon, and instantly realise that I was not fit to go shopping anywhere! Back to bed for me.
My nurse comes to check on me, and is delighted with the change in my face. I still have one swollen eye, but nothing like I was; looking like a boxing match loser!
My practice manager phoned me and has invited me into the surgery for a meeting. I am going to contact my Macmillan nurse to let him know, because I will be with him the day before, and we may be able to discuss it.
Martha and Katy are downstairs making gooey chocolate puddings - they have taken the recipe of Junior Bake off. Gotta go and check how they are getting on. So far so good :)
Wishing you a good weekend
love
Sarah xxx
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