It's been all action at this end, except for the bits where there wasn't much action, which there were quite a lot of. I've had my MRI scan, and have an appointment with the doctor on Friday when I find out how long I've got to live (or, at least, the results of the scan). The scan itself was disappointingly uninteresting; I found the place easily, they made me lie down in a tunnel for a few minutes and then I went home. Poor material for an amusing anecdote to tell my grandchildren really. I just hope they can see a problem, or I'll be doomed to partial deafness forever. And I've been looking on the Internet at the price of ear trumpets and they're a rip off.

I went into Ilford yesterday to buy some shoes (one of the ones I've got at the minute has got a hole in the bottom, and my attempt to fix it by setting a piece of rubber on fire and letting it drip into the hole was largely unsuccessful) and bought a book instead, which cost £8.95, but I gave a £20 note to the man and he gave me £1.05 change. I said "Didn't I give you a twenty?" but he just said "I don't think so," and left it at that. I'm certain I gave him a twenty, but I couldn't prove it.

And I bought a printer cartridge too, but where you're supposed to peel off the plastic tab I started to peel off the computer chip by mistake, so that didn't work again.

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