Cyborgs are among us

Lorraine and I had breakfast together and no need to rush. I had a morning of writing, Lorraine doing a bit of gardening, and we talked to a gardener who came around and will do a bit of work for us. He seemed to know about plants and was pleasant. I went for a longish lunchtime walk. I've not yet renewed my gym membership but instead while the weather's good I am doing long walks everyday instead, and feeling good for it too, and may have lost a little weight too.

Anton went off to hospital to become a cyborg with a new knee. He was supposed to have his operation at ten, but had it at 4pm instead. I was rather surprised to get a text from him at three minutes past five saying he was all done, and feeling comfortably numb with shades of Steve Austin. Lorraine drove us over to Hove,  and we found him with Klaudia who I'd not seen for ages. Good to see my lovely goddaughter. Anton looking slightly pale after the op, but was in good shape and quite buoyant. He was a bit bitter as he had to starve himself before the operation which was then delayed. They offered him food, and he asked for tortellini which arrived on a bed of beetroot, which for the finickmiester rendered them virtually inedible.

After a bit, Lorraine and I mooched off leaving Anton with Klaudia. Lorraine and I had a bite to eat in giggling squid in Hove, and Anton texted saying he was starving. So Lorraine said we should get him a sandwich and I dropped it off before we made off home.