I am less feverish, seem to have thrown off the infection and no longer talk to the clock. In fact I don't remember doing this so maybe it was Janet having a dream.
Anyway they are willing to see me in Aberdeen next week and my chemo may start then.
One of the nurses came today to look at my bedsores and take an arm full of blood.
If Aberdeen like the blood they will go ahead. If my local expert in Lerwick is unhappy with it he will give me a blood transfusion.
Meanwhile the daga of the lack of telephone continues. A little man came yesterday to say he would connect the telephone wire bt people did not like him digging on their land so we would need to dig the cable in. Janet told him she did not mind him digging on her land and why did he carry a spade. Had it got the ferry times written on it? She then started to tell him the story of our telephone. He realised that there were only a limited number of ferries each day and if he waited for the end of the story he and his spade could be marooned overnight on Fetlar.
He agreed to dig in the cable. When it was done he said she needed a man with a screwdriver to do the technical bits. He only had a spade.
She let him go, hotfoot and warm handed to the ferry.
The second mattress for the bed arrives courtesy of Kate tomorrow.
We will then be able to return the one we borrowed for Janet.
There is a Russian grandmaster talking about the women chess championship in Siberia so I will go and listen to him now. He has a terrific accent.
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