I have to stop feeling sorry for myself..

Because yesterday someone put it in proportion. My next door neighbour has stage 1 lesions on her lungs. I feel kind of bad complaining that I can't speak when she's got cancer.

I've made an appointment at the doctors with some new doctor, hopefully I won't have to sit in the surgery for hours the way I had to do when it was Dr Brunt (who famously kept me waiting for 2 hours and was very, very glad I'd lost my voice that time!).

Apart from this my new pattern arrived, Chris came round to visit, and I watched a load of crap on TV. I was giggling silently at 'The Real DaVinci Code', which was very good.

I'm off to try to do some work, some ties desperately need making at the moment!