I love you, Dad

My father turned up unannounced around midday today carrying a bag containing a new Macbook for me.

Thanks Dad!

I killed the last one, although Trade Computers managed to retrieve all my photos and stuff, much to my relief.

Anyway, currently just waiting until mid-July for a PET scan. Devilishly cuddly-sounding, isn't it?
I presume it's much like the CT scan, no big deal.
I just have to wait six weeks after surgery.

I'm in limbo. Or purgatory. Not sure what the difference is.

It has had its lighter moments, though.
I wonder if this this is dresult of dspeech impediment or an unexpected riff on It's D'Lovely:

Happy to be back. Will post more soon enough.