Just had a call from Sue, who's about to leave the hospital. YES, the hospital.
It was blood test day today (glucose levels, etc.) and moronically, I assumed it was being done at the local GP office like all the other appointments.
Nope. Down to St. Helier's for a morning of arm-tapping fun. Sue was on a special diet (basically no chocolate or fizzy drinks) and hadn't eaten at all today. Before she left, she was told to eat something so headed down to the hospital canteen for their world famous pasties. I think they're world famous for all the wrong reasons.
Anyway, with that out of the way we now have the doctor's note to fly to sort out and we can leave for Oz.
