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Blog Post:
... and don't let the door hit you on the bum on the way out!
Posted by
Hilary B
Posted
over 1 year ago
We still have our Christmas decorations up, because it isn't Twelfth Night until tomorrow. Not that we are superstitious - I mean, we don't believe this stuff, or anything - but there's no point in asking for trouble. Next year maybe we'll rethink this; Christmas decorations after the...
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Blah blah blah KITTENS!!
Posted by
Hilary B
Posted
over 2 years ago
One thing nobody tells you when you get sick - or, at least, nobody told me - is that cancer smells. I mean literally in this case, although, obviously, figuratively too. It doesn't matter how often I bathe, I can't get the smell out of my skin. Judy says she doesn't notice, but I'm acutely...
Blog Post:
Hair: less
Posted by
Hilary B
Posted
over 2 years ago
This is going to be a quick, well, quickish, update, just for my own records really, and v boring. Sorry! But before I start - I don't have as much trouble with the Mac site as a lot of people, maybe because I wasn't using the old one for that long before it changed, but why in the name of...
Blog Post:
Monday morning couldn't guarantee
Posted by
Hilary B
Posted
over 2 years ago
I honestly don't know why I don't just go and live in the Churchill. Well, I do know, it's a bit bleak and my house is much nicer, plus it's a bugger to get a bed. But for all the time I spend there, I might as well move in. I'm already due for chemo on the 15th, and on the 18th I...
Blog Post:
My baby, she has restless nights
Posted by
Hilary B
Posted
over 2 years ago
Every day I make my bed neatly, smooth down the duvet, tuck it down the side of the bed and the footboard. And every morning I wake up cocooned in a 30-tog pretzel with my feet sticking out. I don't know what I dream about, but it must be very exciting. It's a pity I don't remember, I...