Someone reminded me today about what I was doing this time last year. I remember it well. The last day of the Financial Year at work and the usual mad rush to get everything done on time. Except that last year I was also frantically writing pages of instructions for the colleagues who were going to cover my sick leave. I was also in the middle of teaching my husband how to use the washing machine and change a duvet cover.
I can recall walking out of the office that day and wondering if I would ever return. I was getting ready for a week in hospital to have my feeding tube put in and to have my neck dissection operation. The future felt very uncertain and I was glad to be busy as it took my mind off my cancer.
So here we are a year later. Work is going well. Everything got done on time and we now look forward to a new computer system going live on Monday. My husband, who was struggling last year to work out how to empty a pedal bin, has turned into the perfect househusband. He’s much better at all the household tasks than I ever was and he has become an excellent cook. Tonight we are having chicken and bacon pie with leeks, mushrooms and carrots.
I’m a bit tired this week but I think it’s because of the clocks changing. We also had to get up early a couple of mornings as the builder has been here to do the long awaited wall and door. It looks great but now it needs decorating, which husband is going to do next week.
So a nice rest on the sofa is planned this weekend which happily coincides with the Davis Cup Tennis on TV. I might treat myself to a glass of wine if Great Britain manage to win.
Before I go I must share the news that one of my neighbours was allegedly abducted by aliens last week. Unfortunately I was asleep at the time and I missed all the excitement. There is a small dent in my hedge which I am told might have been caused by the spacecraft when it landed. It looks to me more likely to have been caused by the ride-on lawnmower that the council use for cutting the grass verges, but I am assured that it is typical flying saucer damage. The strange thing about this incident is that ever since it happened all my garden slugs have vanished
