….where no camera has been before!! So, I’m booked in for a photographic session later on in May, wondering if they’ll let me have a set of the pictures of my intestines and bowel! Apparently, they pump your back end full of air – nothing new there, then! And I have to have a baby-sitter for the night, it seems, and my lovely mate Alan has already volunteered to share ‘windy city’ with me. It’s strangely peaceful in my head, which is something I’m very happy to report, no point in worrying about the future, whatever the outcome. I know that God heals, but that sometimes, for reasons I WISH I knew, he doesn’t, and having lost one of my best mates to cancer just a few months ago, I know I’m no more ‘immune’ than anyone else to that foul disease I want, so much, to be eradicated from our lives…. Thank you for your prayers: I would still covet them, of course, as until the very hungry caterpillar camera snake has sent back its distant images, I know nothing, Meester Fawlty….

And tomorrow, I go and see the orthopaedic specialist about these items called knees….which, wonderfully, have been significantly less painful for the past few weeks: I think that, tomorrow, I’ll feel a bit like you do when you take your car in to a garage, because it’s making horrible noises – and then it doesn’t, there – until you drive away again…. there was some Irish bloke named Murphy who seemed to have that sort experience!