Wuss!

Jane took Archie out this morning, which was handy. I popped to the doctor, because I’m not getting any better, and surely someone must know what’s wrong. I had a doctor that I haven’t seen for ages, and he’s sending me to a ‘breathing physiotherapist’. He latched on to my mention of ‘breathlessness’ but really, it’s not that - I don’t pant and gasp, I just feel extreme fatigue. I’m not really impressed, I just feel that mostly, nobody takes a real interest, they just pass me on to someone else.

So… I checked out Bupa, and they do ‘pay as you go’ consultations. And I’ve booked in for one in December. Probably the same doctors, moonlighting.

Pip came round in the afternoon again, and we all went out for a walk. He’s such a wuss - if his leg gets a wee bit tangled in the lead, he just stops and holds his paw up, awaiting rescue.

Hancock arrives tonight on IAC! I really can’t bear to watch/listen to the excruciatingly tedious daily goings on. But I now record it and watch it next day, fast-forwarding most of it, especially the shouty, inane ‘comedy’ turns with Ant and Dec. I think they should really have separate Matt Hancock episodes featuring highlights lowlights of his day.