I've finished my cup of Earl Grey tea and put some into a thermos to take with us on what is to us a long drive to Nowra where a certain surgeon will take a look at my right leg and what's left of my bank balance to decide if I'm fit enough to be operated on.
A month ago, the dermatologist took a biopsy of a black spot on my right leg which turned out to be a melanoma. All those many years in the tropics and no "slip, slop, slap" are coming home to roost on my skin. When it rains it pours and when it shines you get melanoma.
Perhaps I should get some tea named after me while there is still time.