Well, that�s the first day of preparation nearly done. I feel a bit peculiar, but I think I�ve survived. The difficulty lies in the funny stuff I�ve got to take. I feared something foul-tasting, and I feared a strong laxative. Neither proves to be the case. The difficulty is that I have to put 20 mg of it into 700 ml of water and drink it within half an hour. Reading the instructions in advance, I failed to notice that 700 ml is the better part of a litre. Today I had to do one at breakfast and one just now � and Freecell came up like a lamb so I just sat here sipping from my vase as if it were cider, playing Freecell.

 

But tomorrow I will be obliged to do that, and then drink a third � at 9 p.m., which is after my bedtime.

 

Needless to say, I didn�t walk, but I had my Tuesday bath which always feels wonderful.

 

And ripped out the corrugated rib I had started to do on the neck of the Calcutta Cup vest, and re-did it (it looks much better) and bound it off stretchily and found that I can�t get it over my head, anywhere near. It�s tighter than it was before. I think the only thing to do is to unpick the entire shoulder. I�m about halfway through doing that, and would be mired in the Slough of Despond if I weren�t so occupied with my bowels.