Actually, it isn’t a FRANTIC Friday.
It has been a n early start Friday.
Wendy had an appointment with a specialist nutrionist and one with the oncologist this morning.
Mex couldn’t run her through because the electricians are coming to look at the wiring at home.
We left nice and early so I could drop her off at another friend.
One who lives near the hospital.
And is such a good friend.
A really kind person.
The one I have mentioned before.
We went to school together.
Have known each other for more than 50 years.
Now I have got sidetracked.
When we were just around the corner from my friend’s place,Wendy’s phone rang.
To cancel the appointment.
She had an emergency.
Which got me thinking.
What sort of emergency does a nutritionist have?
I am having an unhealthy snack attack?
I need a cheese burger.
A slab of chocolate is calling my name.
I need to clear up a misconception.
I mentioned I was going to have a haircut.
I am NOT having my head shaved.
I am not THAT good a friend.
Wendy would be furious if I did that.
Jasmine might not recognise me.
And bite me.
I see a new button has appeared on my page.
As if by magic.
It says “upgrade to Pro”
What does this mean?
I am scared to push the button.
I might suddenly find myself wearing short skirts.
And fishnet stockings.
Brandishing a whip.
Wendy and I have a busy day tomorrow.
Visit the bookshop.
The organic market.
And,if it is not raining, a fundraiser for my granddaughter’s school.
Where I will be expected to buy a necklace made by seven year olds.
I don’t mind buying the stuff.
However, I know she will be checking to see if I wear it.
Well, I have waffled enough.
You lot should get back to work.