Working from home

I'm blogging on the hottest day of the year so far. My flat is hitting 32 degrees right now as I write this, wishing yet again that I had invested in an air-con unit...

I work every other Friday from home as I await the fluids and accompanying bits and pieces relating to my dialysis for delivery. The boxes contain 2 x 5000 litres of fluid, stacked high in my hallway.

So last night I began to see news of all the political advertising (and lies) that had been carried out by Vote Leave and BeLeave on the Facebook platform. More information can be found here: https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-politics-44966969

Here is an example of the lies. Turkey is not going to be joining the EU for a very long time and even if it did, we are not part of the Schengen zone so they wouldn't have direct access to the UK.

And in addition to this, the Electoral Commission has recently concluded that Vote Leave worked in cahoots with BeLeave to maximise the amount of money they were permitted to spend. The referendum was really therefore a sham, grossly unfair and basically unfair.

What a week

Certainly was, beginning last Friday when I was offered a kidney! I was at work holding a pizza at the time when the surgeon from Guys called me to say that there was one available, bout 300 miles away and would be couriered over immediately.
I wasn't sure what to think. Who could know. He asked me if there was anything I wanted to know about the kidney. I asked what the eGFR was. 60 was his answer. It was a very good one, from someone between 55-65 years old. I left work immediately and made my way back in to London.
Meanwhile Theresa May was thrashing out the terms of the Brexit deal at Chequers, forcing the Cabinet into a soft Brexit scenario, as ultimately that is the only vaguely sensible solution (after remaining of course).
So that was at 12 noon and it took a further 9 hours of waiting. The kidney arrived about 7 and was then assessed. In the end it wasn't going to happen. It contained a blood clot preventing them from flushing it through properly. So we left, having given a huge amount of blood and listened to the World Cup football match via the full volume television of the patient in the next bed.
I felt quite calm about the whole thing, The person donating the kidney had died of a stroke that morning. I spent a lot of time thinking about them, hoping that perhaps some of their other organs might be more successfully donated. But what a beautiful thing it is to donate one's organs.
That evening, back in my flat we ordered burgers via Deliveroo and drank gin and tonics from tin cans. What wannabe Millennials!
And then this week, the resignations have begun, from the hard Brexiteers who just cannot accept reality. Time will tell as to whether they can successfully create a momentum to bring down Mrs May. But she has performed a master stroke in dividing them. Boris and Davis resigned, whereas Gove and Leadsom remain loyal. The latter made some cretinous remark later on about having to stop freedom of movement. Meanwhile the NHS is crying out for nursing staff and the fruits are rotting in the trees.
And as I type this England have finally crashed out of the World Cup. I witnessed the useful hooliganism behavior of drinks pushing over bins in the street down below. What more could I have expected?
And boy is it hot! The hottest summer in 40 years. Tomorrow I have a date with R at J Shekey followed by the opera. Bless him.