Yoga and blood

God it's a bit scary all this. My GP said "we don't take blood for you to send off to some private practice" as if I was some Tory grandee.

Spent the day looking after two tiny sick kids, emailing a mass list of clients for a new and highly boring job and trying to establish just where the hell I'm going to get my blood taken.

It's supposed to be extracted on day 4,5 or 6 of my period and sent guaranteed next day delivery to the place in Birmingham to test immediately. Problem is day 4 is Friday, day 5 Saturday etc. So when are they going to do the tests? I don't want to wait another month... by then I might be infertile. My second hand is really loud and fast now.

Started a yoga class this week. It's all about slowing things down... the mind, the thinking, the breathing. The quiet came in waves - would stay for 5 seconds (if I was lucky) then be forced out by a whirlwind of heavy thought that set my heart racing.

In the end I found a private hospital in Blackheath that will take my blood for £13.50. I'll pop in after dropping off Rosie. It's in the same road as her nursery.

The Prince has gone to Sweden tonight for a job. Lovely and peaceful - no huffing and puffing, disgusting smells or tension. Bliss.