08.03 – 08.09

Life Survived work till Thursday. Now I’ve got two weeks of holiday. I plan on spending it wondering why the builders haven’t finished our flat yet, going to the splash-pad (as a transparent means to ice-cream acquisition) and cycling to Highams Park every day to feed the cat. I had my NHS podiatry appointment which reiterated that there doesn’t appear to be anything broken. And he told me that I could try running if I wanted to. And I want to (because the alternative is proving far too challenging). But I’m going to get a follow up in c. 6 weeks where they might do some more imaging if nothing’s improving. So a broadly positive experience (although I’d dearly love someone to be able to satisfyingly pinpoint the problem). We’d been planning on visiting Gabi and her mamas near Madrid for a few days next week, but on Saturday morning Σσ awoke in a cold sweat with the clear understanding crystallising in her mind that we had failed to renew Ηη’s passport and there wouldn’t be enough time…