Lorraine sorts me out

Writing a bit morning. But not having not heard anything from Robin, who is on a death doula course, I followed up and found she had sent me the edited episode on Tuesday night, which I had somehow deleted unopened and unseen. I found it later in my mail bin. Robin had edited it, and found something I had to re-record. Going live is bumped till tomorrow. Having slogged all day on Tuesday to get it ready early, and then Robin having done the work on Tuesday night, irritated that I still managed to create a last minute frenzy. 

Popped out at lunchtime for some light shopping. Am in the mood to get to grips with medical things: some toenail paint for a fungal toenail, and also I strapped on the blood pressure measuring wristband, and will keep it on for a few days to be able to send results into the doctor. Wearing the wristband is a good solution, as I get horrendous white coat syndrome. And I outsource looking at the app to Mrs Kenny, who sort it all out, and emails the results to the GP in a file. She is the best of wives. It does necessitate calibrating the wristband by taking my blood pressure with the usual cuff, which isn't fun. Lorraine looked into my eyes and talked to me in a slightly weird and disconcerting way about Relaxing Things during this part.  

In the afternoon an Understory Conversation for two hours with Emma, Marilyn and Charlotte. I find these meetings discussing poetry with other poets energising and supportive. 

Another Shakespeare night was cancelled, with Steve unwell. Just as well as I had the podcast stuff to sort out. 

As my weight is beginning to drop again, I was in the mood to dodge the snacks and refreshing beers that go with the bardic business.