Monthly Archives: December, 2009
I arrived to a dark
and eerily quiet flat. The kitchen floor still wet from a mop, but the weekly cleaner nowhere in sight. Nobody is in. They have left for rendezvous without London for the festive season. I am alone.
I love it.
I have no family to visit this Christmas. Usually I do, but this year some relatives are chilling [...]
Tonight
is cold. The first of snow has fallen in the swirling of gusty winds. A forecast of sub-zero temperatures for the next 48 hours. Winter has arrived.
I played a gig tonight. It was for the homeless at St. Mungo’s in Covent Garden. It was fantastic. I really enjoyed it. The audience very receptive and appreciative. [...]
The doctor
saw me one day after my health check. I told him I wanted a diagnosis as I thought I had been given a wrong one. He examines my eye and confesses that he is no eye specialist. I tell him I suspect it’s a Pingcuela. So he checks online, concurs, and proceeds to administer the [...]
After my escapade
with the Doctor’s Surgery last Monday, I finally get to the surgery that services my area, and was told that I needed to supply proof of address and ID.
I get there this morning with my bits, and was told that I’d have to make an appointment to have a medical check up before I could [...]
