Update

Our neighbour is still in ICU. He has internal bleeding and toxic shock. I'm not religious but I truly am praying for him. Mr G is feeding their cats and Chi Mimi has moved in here and is demanding lots of cuddles, usually while I am typing. Spotty cat hairs are now sprouting from the keyboard.

Mr G's friend brought over nine more fish the other day, some of which are descended from Mr G's original fish, so it would be great to carry on the bloodline. Maybe then he won't feel quite so bad about losing his finny friends.

I had a follow-up appointment about my, er, delicate operation and was told the fissure is healing up nicely. The doc was an immaculately dressed, tall, slim Asian gentleman and when I told him I'd thrown away the cream the previous doc had given me and used tea tree oil instead, his well-groomed eyebrows shot up into his slicked back hair. "You should tell all your patients about it," I insisted, though I'm sure he won't. If I were he, I'd be launching an immediate trial into the efficacy of tea tree for healing anal fissures, and publishing a paper on the findings.

I have to go for one of those 'fasting' blood tests next week, so they can check my glucose and thryoid. This is because I keep getting attacks of heart palpitations which make me feel quite dizzy for a few seconds. I'm sure it can't be anything serious as I don't have any chest pain. It's probably stress. Just as well to find out, though...