Kate and Marsha

Kate and Marsha, friends of Jan's from Windsor, arrive today, so part of the morning is spent preparing rooms. Whilst Jan sets off for the airport at Nîmes, I go to the Franciscan Clinic, also in Nîmes, to meet a heart specialist. I need to do this because my nutritionist (who obviously thinks that I'm an overweight slob) wants to make sure that I'm up to playing singles tennis for exercise and has asked that I have an ECG under exercise conditions. Nothing, if not thorough, but a bit over the top, if you ask me. A meeting with Dr B, a heart specialist, will start this process.

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This business of Max opening doors is becoming a bit of a pain. If for some reason we want Max inside, whilst we do something outside, then we have to go around and check that certain external doors are locked as opposed to just shut.

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The initial ECG goes well and now I have an appointment for 'the real thing' in December. Evidently they will inject a 'tracer' into my blood and then take pictures of the heart to see how well it copes under both stress and resting conditions. It will also show up any narrow arteries. It could be easier just to give up tennis but I suppose that I'm getting a relatively inexpensive and thorough examination of my ticker so it must be a 'good thing'. The cynic in me says that it would be funny if I was knocked down and killed by a bus!

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Dinner tonight comprised an Italian starter, lasagne and a fruit tart. I had a drink. Whoops!