My office does a Christmas quiz every year. They didn't forward this year's on to me, meanies, but this is last year's. Which I won, so I know all the answers. Well, I do if I can remember them, which I don't at all guarantee.
What? When you've opened all the pressies and it's not time to eat again just yet, don't you get bored?
Famous Animals (Two-part answers: Name + Animal = 100 points…
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, to wit, my line manager and someone from HR, which went off quite well. I was worried they might hassle me about getting back…
Let us pretend, for the sake of - oh, I don't know, just pretending, perhaps - that today is Monday, 28 November, that I have just come back from chemo, and that I am blogging about it promptly in order to keep my memories up to date.
Ah, the heck with it. Let's not. It's actually the Saturday after, and this is as close as I've got all week to feeling well enough to write. Just the sitting up at the PC to type…
"Don't catch the bus!" they said, "the hospital will provide transport!"
I had to have a blood transfusion yesterday, you see, and Judy was away in London at a conference so she couldn't give me a lift.
Here's what would have happened if I'd caught the bus. I would have got up at 7.00ish, had a bath and a leisurely cup of coffee, got dressed, walked - slowly - round the corner to the bus…
Actually, it's the other way round: they are going to give me some. But I anticipate myself ...
When last seen, we (that's me, as usual) were in a miserable, grumpy sort of mood. There had, in fact, been actual tears - not many, but a few - and this is rare, because we may be a bit daft but we are not, in general, a big wuss. With a view to posterity (hi, posterity!), perhaps I should note: the week directly following…
