Saturday morning as usual sees me playing on the PC while the girls kip. Mission of the day is avoiding Geldoff and associated stuff. Right miserable old git I am. Even Kieran has been sucked in. I dunno its the whole great sense of false global togetherness combined with Geldoff and McCartney that turn me off. Ally scoots to town, part of me was worried that she would scoot to Edinburgh. Anyway Jean and I off down down to millicans. Turns out I have a cataract starting in right eye and cupping of the optic disks but normal pressures. Need to have a further test done on Tuesday. Late lunch is a bowl of noodle soup. Message on voicemail suggests Mac has gone home. More to follow.
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