A long summer wait
This morning, I met Mr. Bellringer at Charing Cross for a pre-surgical appointment, and have been put on a waiting list. Thus far, there’s no real clue as to how long it will be, but best guess was about six months, which should put me in mid September, which while not the best, will at least leave the summer free.
Of course, at this point, little is certain except nervous waiting and losing weight (not required, but something I wanted to do anyway for my own sake). I suppose cycling through summer will help with that part, and cutting down on beer and cakes. At least I know it’s coming, though whether in London, Wimbledon or Brighton is at the moment, anyone’s guess.