lemongrove I also cannot help you with you query. Sorry.
Stomach settled during the evening. I am thankful. Must remain well enough for hospital stay. Even on the morning before we depart on 60 mile journey to hospital, I need to phone to be certain that I have a bed. Once I'm in it, no one will shift me out of it until surgery completed. That's a promise. 
Rafa lost his match. He's my favourite. However, at six o'clock we shall watch the final. I am backing Thiem.
Fern has a bed donated by a pal in the village. Her cat didn't want it. Fern has her own fleece inside and was asleep when MacSporran opened the back door to feed the birds. She has had a good breakfast and a delicious lunch. Is now on a wander through the copse. She is far more active than Rory was once he moved in with us.
Andrew, eldest son, has been on the phone for almost half an hour. He makes me laugh out loud. He should be a comedian. Any way, I'm well cheered.
Away to do more ironing. We've agreed to spring clean the house on Tuesday, which means there is no urgency to polish and wash floors today. 