My place. Friday. 8pm.
Video to be decided upon on the night, but I'm sure we can find something.
I'm registering with a doctor (now that I've been living in Edinburgh for a year). I went down yesterday and filled in a form. I went back today to have a quick medical checkup (blood pressure 120/70, I think, pulse 63, 12 stone, 177.5 cm).
Both times the secretary on the front desk was snotty with me, so it gave me great pleasure to hand her a still warm vial containing a urine sample and watch her hold it gingerly between two fingers.
It's the little things that make life worth living.
Oh, for those of you that know her, Bekka will be leaving the country early next week. She'll be back next year sometime. So this Friday is also a semi-leaving thing for her.