I am currently wearing a portable ECG monitor with three electrodes, clipped to my bra.
Nothing sensational. The doc is just being as thorough as possible following the incident I had last August. You read that right, last August. It takes that long to get tests done. You can tell I wasn't rated as an emergency.
I have to go back to Glenfield Hospital tomorrow to return the equipment. In the meantime, it's competition time at camera club this evening. Hope I can conceal the wires beneath my chunky sweater.
Colin rang around 0945 to say he'd seen some marvellous catkins on the way to church. Cue: photo.
I took Basil out and was struck by the multitude of flowers. Note the blossom and the magnolia breaking out of its sheath.