Me and the wig went out again today. Think I might call her Gloria.
Realised in London NO ONE cares what you wear,what you look like, no one even looks twice.
Seeing people you know a bit is more weird - they talk a little faster and are not sure where to look.
Today/Tomorrow I find out if I am to be a complete baldy, Mr Consultant will decide whether to change my drugs - I think he will because my blood test result was 43 which means the graph is flat. I am not getting any worse but I'm not getting any better.
So Gloria and I will be going out more together.