I'm settled in at the Nuffield, and have one of the rooms with a view over the South Downs to the sea. Apart from the bed (with elecronic touch-control) and the background hospital noises, it's indeed very much like a hotel bedroom.
There's not much more to add. I can hang around in ordinary clothes till bedtime. There's a jab of blood-thinner, and a pleasant-sounding but lean evening meal to look forward to later. Meanwhile I'm going to have a doze and then a read I suppose!
The real excitement begins tomorrow. I'm second on the morning's list, and get wheeled in around 10:30am. At least I can take my time over the morning ablutions, and discover how to wear my theatre gown with a little chic.
I'm still not feeling more than normally nervous. Surprising! But I doubt whether I'll sleep much tonight.