I used to love Saturdays. I'd leave the alarm set, get up at the usual time, feed the cats, clean the litter trays, make a cup of coffee, and then take it back to bed and snuggle up with Phoebe and Sounds of the 60s. But Phoebe's been gone for four years now, and the NuCats aren't much for snuggling: they want to head out for a frolic as soon as they've had their breakfast. And, now that I'm not at work, Saturdays…
For those of you following the ongoing Cancer Saga - and if you have dropped dead of boredom along the way, I cannot say I blame you - today I had my post-chemo appointment with the oncology consultant, which I'd been quite looking forward to, having been hanging around in a kind of limbo for the past month. Results! I thought; Conclusions! Decisive Action! That sort of thing!
Alas, no. I have neither good nor bad…
A dear friend of ours has just sent us a slim volume of self-published poetry entitled My Life in Verse. I am inclined to put out one of my own, viz and to wit: There once was a lady quite crabby/Who bitched when her life became scabby/She wore lots of hats/And had lots of cats/The cutest of whom was a tabby.
Unfortunately, Molly and the ShadowCat heard me reciting this, and now they're not speaking to me. It's tough…
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 New Year start to get a bit sad and depressing, but for the time being there they are, and there they stay. Until tomorrow.…
- 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 ...
According to my Little Red Chemo Book, my regimen - it is regimen, dear children, not regime, trust me on this,…
