Post 197: Travel chaos on day one, heading north.
The cases are packed — we’re off on the train.
The platform is busy, but we all wait in vain.
The Victoria flyer has passed right on by,
Leaving us swearing and ready to cry.
—&mda...
Post 196: The scans are done and so am I.
Bad timing seems to drag me down to the height of a worm’s belly. My cancer is what it is — but the way, the path, is utter torture sometimes.
Three years ago, I started on a medication highway ...
Post 195: It’s my Darlings Birthday and We Need Some Food
If you don’t ask you don’t get,
The curry we will never forget.
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When all’s said and done, the day after the Lord Mayor’s Show is one of r...
Post 194: A very special evening.
My brother-in-law has bailed on the curry
But there are more than one other worry
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There was a commotion first thing as all the others were heading out for various things.
Our eldest was on a ...
Post 193: I’ve got that Friday feeling.
Mr Vicious was calling me to be the breakfast chef, but I was still in bed.
The first direct rays of the sun were not yet over the distant primary academy, but the rain storms (Benjamin’s) that fl...
