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  • Blog Post: Mamma mia!

    My mother died two years ago today. Before I say anything else, I should explain that she was 93 years old, in reasonably good health, still lived in her own house, had relatively recently, thanks entirely to my sister's tireless efforts, agreed to have both a cleaner and a carer, and, so far...
  • Blog Post: Pants

    If I should die unexpectedly - which isn't entirely out of the question, which, I suppose, means it wouldn't really be unexpected, but wotthehell - then please do not judge me too harshly on the evidence of my underwear drawer. I do sometimes fold my pants neatly, but other times I just think...
  • Blog Post: Sorry to bring this up ...

    It has been a slightly unusual week this week, internets. I don't necessarily say better; just different. Which I suppose is good in itself. Apart from the food poisoning ... We set out with a Plan. Judy was going to take me to chemo on Tuesday, bring me back, then go up to Penny's for the...
  • Blog Post: Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains

    I've been hearing how NHS cancer patients can't get the opiates they need, which is all very Bad and Wrong indeed. But I have to admit to having apparently won the postcode lottery here; my doctors love giving me drugs. I have Zoomorph, which sounds to me like a collection of animals all changing...
  • Blog Post: ... and don't let the door hit you on the bum on the way out!

    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...
  • Blog Post: God tempers all the winds to the new-shorn lamb/The Devil knows the Bible like the back of his hand

    - which is merely my way of saying that I got fed up of the stupid fluffy bits that were left on my scalp and I got Judy to razor them off, going for the full Magwitch. It looks a bit bizarre, but at least I am now in no danger of being pulled in by the fuzz. (A painful procedure, at best.) So. Anyway...
  • Blog Post: ... and so to bed

    La, my dears, if Pepys had been as bad a diarist as I am, we would now know fk-all about the 17th century. (Incidentally, it is Quite Interesting how Pepys's diaries came to be decoded and transcribed - but I digress.) Since last we spoke, I have been visited by persons from my place of work,...
  • Blog Post: The small picture

    Sometimes, as the actress has no doubt said to the Bishop many times, it's the little things that matter. When it comes to the big stuff - oh, let us say, for the sake of argument, sitting down one day in a clinic and being told that there is a crab eating away at your insides - then it's easy...
  • Blog Post: Lucky, lucky, lucky

    Another blog post, I hear you ask. Why, Ambassador, you spoil us. But the good news, at least, the good news for me is, I don't actually have to do much writing on this one; most of it comes from a conversation I had with Little My. You see, I commented on someone's post that I felt like a fraud...
  • Blog Post: My baby, she has restless nights

    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...