The 1st & 2nd; I did not see this coming.

May 7, 2018 — Leave a comment

The 1st of May.

It’s our last day with Little Pidge! Shaki rang this morning to discuss arrangements for her, because she’s off to Exeter tomorrow. Shaki will be here about quarter past eight in the morning, so I’ll say my goodbyes tonight. I’ve written up some bullet points about her but it’s very basic. She’s a good kitty, I’m sure once her wound clears up she’ll be homed really quickly because she is lovely.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, we cleaned Little Pidge’s wound, then I wrote the little bios of the dogs I’m taking to Mach on luggage tags. I also managed to help out a girl who’s going and was looking for tickets for some shows, two of which I could assist with. We’re going to go to a couple of shows together, so I’ve done a good deed and made a new pal!

After lunch, we popped to Tesco to get some instant coffee for Wales. Last year I had none and was sleepy until I got into the town every day. I bought mochas because they’ll be slightly less awful than the lattes. It’s a last resort.

Then, I sat with the cat and we watched Scandal some more. Tomorrow I won’t have my companion!

The 2nd of May.

My back is dreadful this evening and that does not bode well for this weekend. Two very long journeys (well, three-ish hours) are bad, just sitting in the car. Today all I’ve done is sit in the living room. I think I’m just going to have to drink enough to not notice the pain.

The weather has been horrific for most of the day, and I had a book being delivered (new Joona Linna eeeeee), so I decided not to go to the gym. Instead, I put together the present I’ve made for Esmée, then tried to come up with a way to occupy myself for the rest of the day.

We’d just started to eat lunch when I looked at my phone, and found out that John Underwood died two weeks ago. I am stunned. I have known him for a few years, since before his transplant, and we talked a lot about GvHD and how it is to live in hospital. He’d had his ups and downs, but he had seemed to be improving. It was slow, but he was taking steps, both literally and figuratively. I don’t suppose I will ever know what happened and that is difficult. I suppose I’m just in shock. I did not see this coming.

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