How bizarre. Another bad news evening - more cancer spread, so what else is new - preceded by a gruelling day of scans: a CT scan where they couldn't get the needle in at all, so went for 'option 2', a new one on me, but it's a CT scan without needles, followed by an MRI scan where, also new to me, they put you in this casing, like a suit of armour, before wheeling you back into the machine, and this guy barks at you: breathe in, breathe out, then, 'stop breathing!'. If I had the energy I could have told him he needs lessons with yoga teacher Ayala. Basic yoga lesson no. 1: shouting 'stop breathing!' at someone down a microphone is not the way to make someone hold their breath.
But this is the bizarre part. There are fireworks outside my window now, and I love fireworks.