So, having been to the accountant first thing, I dropped the Sage off with Weeza as she was bringing him home again, then toddled off to the hospital. Encouraged by being seen by a nurse for a completely unnecessary check on my eyesight, some five minutes before my appointment time, I was disappointed to wait a whole hour before being called to be seen by the surgeon. Not the one who sliced into my eyelid, but a nice chap. I was there all of two minutes, was given a clean bill of health – I hadn’t expected anything else but am glad to know for sure I didn’t have any malignancy in my eyelid – and came out again. At least I finished a whole level of iAssociate while I was waiting.
I’m luckier than a small boy I know, whose parents have just been told that an operation that, it would hoped, would save the sight in one eye has failed. He’s hardly aware of a problem himself as yet, as he’s never seen much with it – at least his other eye is all right. But goodness, poor little chap. He’s only five.
Small pleasure of the day – writing a cheque with the date 20/12/2012. Easily pleased, hey. Other pleasure was having Weeza and Gus over here for lunch, and Dilly, Squiffany and Hay for tea. I made scones. Squiffany was very complimentary about them. Charming girl.