I was looking for my driving licence and found my passport, which was due to expire a few days later. As Gigi and I had made plans to go to Poland for a wedding of friends, it meant I had to renew my passport immediately. A week later I attended my appointment at the passport office on the day after the referendum. Business done there, I then decided to drown my sorrows about the leave decision, thoroughly ashamed to be English, so it was obvious that my first port of call was the pub opposite the passport office. How appropriate was that because it’s the St George’s Tavern. Fortunately it was not full of Little Englanders. In fact it was a chance to commiserate with other Remainers. Next stop was The Squirrel and the theme continued. I guess all the Leavers were at home getting their fascist posters ready.

A few days later I was asked to attend my local cardiac clinic for the results of a 24hour ECG monitoring which I’d undergone previously. The news was not so good as it confirmed that my heart was stopping from time to time for five seconds. The solution was an emergency operation for a heart pacemaker. That was carried out successfully,. but the trouble was, that flying to Poland was going to be a problem. I’m going back to the cardiac surgery today to see whether they will allow me to fly so soon after the op. I guess it’s fingers crossed..

I should be fine by the end of the month for the gig at The Spice Of Life and am looking forward to that. The gig is sponsored by Radio Sutch and will be recorded live, so I don’t expect it to be a heart stopper but good fun instead.