RIBBONS

Working at high speed today. It’s actually just nervous energy coursing through my system - I have to go to hospital on Wednesday and I’m a bit worried about it.

I don’t know what to say about medical stuff. I don’t wish to talk about it, yet it is just part of life. I consider the details private but the broad strokes fair game, I suppose. In short, I’d make an excellent royal - although admittedly, that would be terrible for lots of other reasons, way beyond letting the public know you’re in hospital without telling them precisely why.

Also, far fewer people care, as far as I know.

Nevertheless, that really is the broad stroke I’ve gone for: I’m going into hospital on Wednesday, I should be back at work on Thursday. That should suffice the newspapers, right? I mean we’re not going to get grubby reporters going through the bins… are we?

I don’t know what I’d do if I were a royal. I mean for starters, I’ve built up a lot of Nectar points and it would be unbearable to see them go. Plus they’d make me go off and cut ribbons while supermarket workers stand around looking sort of dazed, and then I wouldn’t be allowed to say anything. 

Anyway. Back to the high-speed work and the upcoming appointment. You know, I much prefer measured and thought-through, but work is of course, often more pressured than we’d like it. I guess even if you’re a royal. Them ribbons ain’t gonna cut themselves your highness.