The 10th & 11th; I climbed the stairs without oxygen.
The 10th of June. Is been a weird sort of day. Back home, back in my own bed (which was beautiful), but outside of our lives, the world is imploding. Part of me wants to avoid the news until it is all sorted but part wants to get up and fight for what is right because five more years of what we have been enduring is a death sentence , and that is not an exaggeration.
I might be feeling buoyed because I have just watched Wonder Woman. I am ready to kick the asses of a thousand men. We went to a 2.20 screening, and about five minutes before we were due to leave, Mommy got a phone call from Grandma's home because she had fallen (her dining chair broke), she'd hit her head and was refusing medical treatment, so she had to go down there to convince her otherwise.
There was nothing Daddy and I could do, so we went to the film. There were some pretty terrible people in the screen (who takes a seven year old to a 12A?) so I had to ignore them but that wasn't too difficult. It is a decent film - there are some holes and I had major issues with continuity and Ares just doing the whole "villain explaining his plan" - but I still enjoyed Gal Gadot being super badass. I liked the beginning part the best though. All the women being strong and awesome. More of this all the time! Show little girls we can fight.
Grandma has gone to hospital and is having a CT. I think she is going to be okay.
The 11th of June.
My bed is so great. I won't mention it again (until my next admission). I have just missed it a lot.
This morning was Sunday Brunch and apparently the finale of season 2 of Scream, although there is another one left on Netflix? I don't really understand. However, I feel quite smug as I had thought that Kieran might be the killer since he showed up at the funfair (sorry if that's a spoiler but oh well). He was too quick.
Grandma came to join us for lunch - she is fine, just a bit bruised. I say "lunch", but it wasn't until five. She sat in the back room and watched the tennis (good thing we have no kitties at the moment), and I did much crocheting. I'm making another bear, this time for Jodie who was in the year below me at school and is expecting her first child.
Got my hair washed, and I had a really nice lie down with traditional Sunday afternoon radio. I also achieved quite a milestone - I climbed the stairs without oxygen and didn't feel like I was going to die! Well done me. Maybe there is some hope for the rest of this year.
