After I finish playing I'm making my way back to my friend's. I'm going to cook a roast dinner, which I haven't done for years. I used to make a very nice roast dinner, and people always used to comment (very favourably) on my potatoes. I shall rescue the meat from the freezer once I get home.
I'm apprehensive about tomorrow's assessment. My support worker assures me that there's nothing to worry about, but I can't help it. I don't know the venue. I don't know who the assessor is. I don't know who will make the decision. And I don't trust them. I can't help worrying.
I haven't heard from my nephew since last Christmas, and I've long been meaning to drop him a line. It's his birthday today so I took the plunge. I would like to see him. When I lived in London I used to see him quite often, and do miss that.
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