Got home this afternoon to learn that I have an appointment with Mr S’s Registrar this coming Wednesday. Obviously I am pleased to be seen so quickly – maybe that letter did something after all but I am also consumed with dread. I thought I’d have at least a fortnight’s grace. And strangely enough for the past week or so my bowels have been behaving themselves perfectly, almost as if there has never been anything wrong.

The fear that the Calderdale Hospital now inspires in me is hard to explain but we have an appointment with my GP on Monday morning to discuss a private consultation with someone else and what other hospitals might be available.

I must say yet again that I encountered some marvellous nurses and health care assistants in that hospital who were truly caring and utterly professional. BUT it’s always the authoritarian or the impatient who stick in one’s mind just like the awful teachers remain in the consciousness forever long after you’ve left their class.