…on the way down to London. Stem cells at the ready to burst out like a fountain, in the harvesting procedure. I am sure I am definitely going to have a Miranda moment and burst into “We plough the fields and scatter” it’s a good job, that I will be strapped down to the bed. I must admit I am a little concerned, not about the procedure itself, but what if I need, whispering now, the loo? It will have to take place insitu with only a curtain to provide some privacy, but how embarrassing is that! I am imagining all the other harvesters, thinking, we know what she’s doing. Oh I can’t possibly do it. I think I would rather wet the bed and blame it on a spilt cup of tea.
Anyway, just for your enjoyment, I shall be blogging throughout the day, so that you can sing along. And I hope to take plenty of pictures of the machines and people involved. So lookout for my next instalment. X