I should be working, but it's a beautiful day and I want to go to see how the quayside market has changed since I was a young person. Apparently it's improved. We shall see.
Anyway, I need to take my mind off the fact that it's less than two weeks until my date with the new hospital venue. Why, when I feel perfectly ok, do I start to worry so much? And why does every tiny twinge take on mammoth proportions?
Anyway, I need to take my mind off the fact that it's less than two weeks until my date with the new hospital venue. Why, when I feel perfectly ok, do I start to worry so much? And why does every tiny twinge take on mammoth proportions?
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