waiting

You see some sights in the radiotherapy waiting room. The old chaps coming in for a bit of a zap on the old prostate are a case in point.

They come in to the waiting room fully dressed then disappear into the changing room. Only to re-emerge minutes later clothed in their, just a bit too short,dressing gowns, but crucially, still with their shoes and socks on. The waiting room is then full of blokes trying to sit with dignity on a chair, with their clothes in a plastic bag, shoes and socks on, and trying not to flash their wares to all and sundry. Funny.

I sit there looking cool as a cucumber in my jogging bottoms and bobble hat!

Radio 4 of 30 went fine yesterday. Mouth getting drier and my window of opportunity where I could eat anything has sadly passed. Savoury even slightly salty food is now inedible so I am now on melon, porridge, nesquik and tea.

Laters homeguys and gals