There was a letter from The Tunnel of Terror on the mat this morning. And it had come first class! I nearly fainted, thinking they were going to ask me to rush in for treatment - or maybe to cut out the middleman altogether, and get straight round to the undertakers. I rang Captain B - out conserving things - to be on standby. However - and thank God - it was all OK. And it was good of the Tunnel to tell me so quickly
What a relief. No further treatment needed. And how grateful I am to Jehovah that he helped to keep me still and inside the terrifying contraption.
Jackie came round for coffee yesterday morning - proper coffee made by the Captain, and with Julia's Marks & Sparks biscuits. We are being good with them and rationing ourselves to one a day after dinner.