The life and times of purplekitten

Yet again I’m stealing wi-fi in order to foist my opinions upon the world. I’m perched upon the sofa of my mother-in-law, fretting and eeking about the fact that I have a very minor operation scheduled for 07.45 tomorrow. Not that I want it to be a major op. I’ve just never been operated on before, and to be perfectly frank, I don’t really want to start.
I’m due to have a laparoscopy to attempt to understand why the manufacture of later versions of philb is failing. And I’m scared stupid.
On the plus side, I’ve just read ‘Some Lovely Islands’ by Leslie Thomas, and the urge to traverse the Wild Places has returned with a vengeance. I miss the loneliness of Mull and the friendliness of Mull, all at the same time. Coming back to Holyport felt like leaving home. But it was good to see the Mogret again.