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Got home and had a peas pudding and ham sandwich! What is it with me and peas? I might not be able to do extreme ironing - Extreme Ironing (or EI) is an extreme sport and a performance art in which people take an ironing board to a remote location and iron a few items of clothing. According to the official website, extreme ironing is "the latest danger sport that combines the thrills of an extreme outdoor activity with…

The coats are off the Paul O’grady and I have been strutting my stuff – one minute full fat with the arms waving about and a further minute clutching the non moving handles. I have’nt got it plugges in so it’s just a low resistance run which is fine by me. My breathing is desperate but I know my tubes are opening. My legs ache but no pain – no gain so they say. Lunatics! Friday night and I go out and drink…….beer – about…

I stood at the sink doing the washing up when it all “came away” without warning. I shouted Irene because I just didn’t know what to do. Bollocks! I drop my pyjama bottoms and shuffle my way to the downstairs toilet to finish off. Top Gear was on the telly on Dave in the kitchen. It must have been Clarkson who gave me the shits or maybe washing the dishes! Result! The cunning plan worked. No more dishwashing AND I got…

Wednesday 11th and I am not feeling too great. Coming off the radio and chemo has been a bit of an anti-climax. I decide not to have my porridge (my bag of oats!) and have a banana instead with my usual drug intake along with my two pint mug of green tea. I still feel sick and take an anti-sickness pill which has no effect so I just go back to bed with my eh? Machine. Suitably recharged, Jonathan has filled my car up…

Outside and the two anti-smoking wardens are being accosted by an irate man. I often wondered why they went about in twos and I now see why. “Who is in charge of you” he shouts. “Security” replies the warden. “I want a bloody name” he shouts again. “You’ll have to get in touch with security” the warden reiterates. The man explodes. “I want a bloody name!!!!!!!” he shouts. Hell hath no fury like a smoker scorned. I have…