Back To The Future

"Ugh..."
I'd been laying awake for an indeterminate amount of time that felt like hours, with my stomach roiling. Eventually, I'd stumbled into the bathroom. While there, I heard d get up and potter about, positively brimming with positivity and 'greet the day' smiliness.
"Ugh.."
I shuffled back to the bedroom, utterly convinced it was still the middle of the night. Then I blinked.
d had made the bed, replacing all the 'shams' - which apparently are pillows that only look like pillows, but are not, under any circumstances, to be used as pillows - and was smiling at the day, just as I'd predicted.
"What the-"
"It's eight o'clock honey. Stuff to do!"
"Unff..." I said, pulling back the covers and crumbling back into bed, pulling the duvet over my head.
She gave me an hour extra, but I was still feeling like a grumpy six-year-old when I finally crawled out of my pit.
Turned into a day of furniture moving, box destoying, more furniture moving when it turned out the floor to which we'd moved the furniture originally was the wrong floor...y'know, as ya do...

We popped to the new doctors and registered (Drugs man...need the druuuugs....), and it was there that something peculiar happened. Because we'd also filled in the gym membership forms already, and I hadn't really noticed a particular box.
"Oh, you know they do a GP referral for the gym?" said Ma, who had come with us (it was technically her furniture that we'd been moving).
I blinked...It was like going back in time. Waaaaaay back in London, a couple of years ago, before he mentioned the possibility of getting my belly ripped open and truncated to stop me from dying, my doc had referred me to a local East End gym, for free. The point about which is that it always took me so long to get home to the East End after work, I never got there and my referral lapsed. When, at the start of this Disappearing experiment, I mentioned the possibility of taking this referral up again, the doc told me sadly that the programme had been cut, and so was no longer available.

So landing here in Wales and realising that the cut hadn't been across the board, and that I (or even we) might be able to still get a GP referral to the gym, was another feather in the cap of living in Wales. It does however mean that I won't be able to register with the gym until I've spoken to the Welsh doc next week. Still - if it saves us most of the dosh of our subscription, who's counting. And I begin work properly on clearing out my office tonight - in other words, working my way towards The Bike again...so here's hoping the future is gymmy and relatively cheap!