It was just after five o’clock this evening when the phone rang. For once, we weren’t in the middle of a conversation, so I didn’t resent the phone ringing – I’m so grumpy, darlings. I do like speaking to friends on the phone very much, but if we’re interrupted, I grumble on my way there, until I find it’s someone I actually want to speak to.
It was the private hospital in Norwich – not beating about the bush, they’ve had a cancellation for a hip operation (on the NHS) on the 9th December and were offering it to me. Rather than the 25th January which is the scheduled date, she said.
Reader, I took it. I was a bit taken aback and actually asked for overnight to think about it, idiot that I am, but I phoned back two minutes later to say yes. And sorry to vacillate, I was being really, really silly. Except that I needed to have 10 seconds discussion with LT.
I feel lucky.