Well, it's done. The back jab. And I need not have worried so much - it was painless!! Which is odd, because last time it was bloomin’ SORE. As I lay there, feeling the surgeon prodding me, I kept saying 'Are you doing it?' 'Have you finished??' I think it wasn't as sore as last time because he injected it very slowly.

He explained why they prefer to do one side at a time. If, say, I have a reaction to it and my leg goes numb, it's better that it's just on one leg.

Actually, flat out on my front, still dreading it as I was being moved into the scanner, I almost shouted out, 'Let's not bother!' I suddenly realised that, if it didn't work last time, why should it work this time? But afterwards, the surgeon said there was every chance that it could work this time.

I was actually in part of the new Children's Hospital, so I think a photo of it is warranted. (That’s the ubiquitous eyesore ‘Oor Wullie’ in front of it). 

The hospital was years late, £ hundreds of millions over budget, dogged by incompetence and safety concerns. For many years, our two brand new multi-million £ hospitals in Scotland (Glasgow and Edinburgh) were mired in problems, scandals, delays and even deaths linked to pigeon droppings and contaminated water supply (Glasgow). No, Scotland doesn't have a very good record with big budget projects, sadly.

Back home I have taken it easy! JR has taken Archie out a couple of times, though I did take him out first thing. I watched the women's semi-finals. One of the games was a three set close-fought game, but the young Ukrainian player just crumbled in her game - such a shame. I'm not interested in the doubles or the wheelchair matches. (‘Thank goodness’ says JR).

My wee Jersey pal, knowing that I LOVE fresh peas and don't get enough of them during their short season, sent me a photo of a wee corner of her garden. (Extra)