Well cardiac surgery wasn’t on our list but the angiogram wasn’t good. Not me, my husband. This has proved quite a shock and although the surgery has been done, I can feel MS knocking on my door due to the strain of hospital visits and appointments, not to mention explicit details of how this complex surgery will be accomplished. I’ve said in the past that I was told not to be the responsible adult when my kids visit hospitals, well make that for anybody I have in my immediate circle.

If there’s an auto-immune reason for the automatic panic reactions that swing into motion when my brain processes the medical procedure that is about to happen, then that is me. Automatic toilet requirements! Gag reflex. Overload! I go hot and cold and it’s like an amazing hot flush…

And the surgery went well. Just hospital visits for a few days, and then negotiating a return from central London to our wee house and mad dog! She knows something has happened and she was glad of some local walking in the sunshine through the local meadows today, but we will need to be careful of our patient when she sees him return home and take care to ensure she doesn’t jump on him.

My garden is lovely today in the sun! Even the dandelions pop out and look great. Look at those fabulous so far unmunched hostas! The Veg beds are full of forget me nots and I have lots of Bluebells which I think/hope are the native ones rather than the Spanish!