Voice grunting and squeaking like a 14-y/o boy's, so resolving to rest throat as much as possible. Thank goodness for this.
Tomato/tuna thing quite superb. It's going to be a pasta sauce, after all, but I'll be sticking it in the freezer for later, since Jus already had a tomato/tunaey thing and is going to have salad tomorrow. Mixed leaves, rice, maybe some smoked salmon, and my special home-made dressing.
Just opened an envelope revealing that I have an MRI appointment at the end of this month. So much for Mr Arrogant Bastard Shergill's prediction that I'd be sitting on the waiting list for a year: I make that a month and a half. Yay, the NHS! so I'll go and see my nice pain bod next week, get my MRI, and then tell Mr ABS where to shove his proprietorial attitude.
