I came out of a very thorough hospital appointment to be confronted with headlines about Trump getting involved with the NHS… please wake up! The man is a menace! He’s apparently trying to hoodwink Zelensky and hand over the deal to Putin. The whole thing makes me very nervous.

My EDDS scale is showing some changes which I’ll probably understand better when I see it written down. If you don’t know what this is, it measures my disability extents due to my neurological disorder.

I’ve not had an MRI for my MS for, em, a few years so I’m being scheduled for one. This is the part of the NHS that could be under threat if we ever lost our NHS so scares the life out of me if a Trump mate were ever to gain power in Britain. So why current politicians scare me! I think I’ll be reevaluating my vote and working out whether I vote tactically to keep monsters out.

But going about Cambridge after my appointment was rather lovely until it dramatically changed when my progress across the street resulted in a tumble. Pavements aren’t soft! But strangers helped me: for which I am hugely grateful.

This is why I wanted to see a neurologist and I am concerned that I am becoming less able to do the things I love. Pottering round shops and exploring new areas? I might have to be accompanied…