Well with the ship's counted Heather called into the Bethesda surgery to check the state of play and the district nurse is changing the catheter tomorrow. Next was Grades Hairdressers in Harold Road. I am wheeled in and stay in my wheelchair. My haircut of choice is a grade two all over, I get my eyebrows trimmed and have a jolly good laugh all for nine quid. I can remember a friend paying fourteen quid in nineteen ninety nine. It was the millennium celebration and we stayed at their place. I went to the barber's with him and nearly had a heart attack when I got charged all that money for a trim up.
Well that's been my day so I am signing off. Wish me luck for my catheter change because after ten days of promises I don't hold out much hope. Night folks.