The latest locum thinks I have Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. My blood tests are okay, except for my Anti Nuclear Antibodies - an immunology thing - that are weak positive, and he wants to discuss with the practice partner.
I tell you, having been to the doctors, and then filled in my booking forms for the Proms and Royal Opera Booking Period 1, I'm only fit for sitting in the garden...
It's beginning to look as if my June off may turn into reality: opera, football, tennis.
And, hopefully, sunshine.
The bugger about living here is we get the same weather system as Wimbledon, so when Rain Stops Play, it also Stops Sitting In Gert's Garden.
Longer term readers will remember my rantette last summer about Fortnight Tennis Experts. I stand by that. However, if I am going to be off, stuck at home, I might as well take in some of Wimbledon which will be dominating the TV. It won't make me an instant expert. And I won't be supporting Tim Henman. If I'm at work, Wimbledon will be lower in priorities than Euro 2004, Opera Month, watching paint dry, cleaning the toilet...
Is that nice Mr McEnroe still playing?
Or, more to the point, Martina?
