Blah, Blah, Blah; Bleurgh, Bleurgh, Bleurgh

By coincidence, a friend had an appointment (not cancer-related) at the Freeman Hospital yesterday when Mam and I went to pick up my poison pills.* Even though we had different appointment times, we were finished at the same time so we met in the Coffee House at the hospital for a natter. I have done more socialising in various hospitals over the last nine and a half months than anywhere else! The company was great and we had a lovely catch up, but the coffee wasn’t as good as it is at, say, Coffee on the Quayside.

I took my tablets while at the Coffee House Continue reading “Blah, Blah, Blah; Bleurgh, Bleurgh, Bleurgh”