Carol and I go to Sainsbury for some shopping and a Starbucks – we have words, basically about Carol’s unwillingness to let me drive her mini whilst she visits Manchester. The atmosphere between us is not good and I don’t feel great with my breathing, it has not been good for a few days now and is a wee bit laboured. Despite the fall out we head off to Victoria by train. Carol wants to walk to Sloane Square, it’s two stops on the tube, it’s cold and we manage not to take the most direct route, I am not a happy bunny. We stop at Tiffany’s and buy a Platinum Wedding band, it should be a very happy occasion but it doesn’t feel like it! We then walk to Chelsea Registry office to visit the place we will be getting married in, The Rossetti Room. It is pretty unimpressive, it is dark and a bit shabby, not as either of us imagined or were led to believe from the photos on the Internet. Carol is visibly upset, very upset. We get a taxi back to Victoria Station and then home to Dulwich. Carol goes to bed really early – before 9.00 pm – she is having a very bad day. My breathing is bad and I am taking Ventolin but it is having little effect. At 9.00 pm I am resigned that I am having a bad asthma attack caused I believe by the effects of the air conditioning in Doha and the long haul flights and call the emergency doctor line. I am called back by a doctor who says I should visit the local medicare (SELDOC) which is based at Dulwich hospital. I wake Carol and she takes me to the hospital. I see a French doctor who puts me on a nebuliser for 20 minutes which really does the trick. I also take some soluable Prednisolone and am prescribed the tablet form (I know from experience that this medication just does the trick!). Carol drives me home and I have a surprisingly good night, my chest and especially the thumbing, aching congestion is disappearing fast. I wake in the morning totally rested.   more »