Diary 189

Diary 189

Wednesday, September 23rd

Another trip to the doctor’s today for the removal of yet another pre-cancerous (sun-damaged) lump.  With all these stitches I’m beginning to resemble a badly-made patchwork quilt.  Or perhaps a rather worn, much repaired teddy bear would be a better image? If you, like me, have fair skin or Scots blood, or both, then do please get yourself checked for skin cancers, I urge you. These things can develop into unpleasantness.

Still, with 200,000 deaths from covid (and these are just the ones we know about, probably not including those who died of old age plus covid) my ailments are hardly news-worthy. 

Cue song: “The Teddy-Bears’ Picnic” (1932 version)   https://youtu.be/dZANKFxrcKU