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The 17th of August. 

I needed to smell the sea. 

It’s now a tradition that we go on a coastal holiday each year, but this year it didn’t really happen. Our time in Shaldon wasn’t blessed with great weather or health on my part so there were no seaside excursions. I feel like it does me good to be near the ocean, to smell the salt in the air and feel the sun, so while Daddy has been off this week, I proposed we have a trip to a beach. Today was our only available day, so off we went to Weston-super-Mare. 

We arrived about half twelve and joined the queue of people searching for a car park. Thankfully the parking fairy was with us, and we found a space on the street where we could park for free with the blue badges. Mommy had done some research into good fish and chip places, and had seen one called Winston’s which appeared to be pretty reputable. It was an excellent choice; the batter on the fish was really crispy and the chips weren’t too greasy, so if you ever do a trip, I recommend it. 

We them walked/drove all the way to the top of the beach, enjoying all the fun dogs that people had brought with them – always a bonus of the seaside. Once there was no more beach, we turned around and went back to the car, stopping for ice cream on the way. That was all I needed. 

We drove home via the Gloucester services, stopping for coffee and a small amount of shopping. Lots of traffic. My back hurts. Worth it though.

The 18th of August. 

Oof I am tired. Two busy days, now I need a proper lie-in. It would be good if I could fall asleep before one am. Bah. 

This morning, I wrote up the blog post of my anniversary day, and wrote about yesterday. Then I went to get that PetPlan forms from the cat room so I could fill in the paperwork for Betty’s adoption this afternoon. 

We had lunch while catching up on Wednesday’s Celebrity Masterchef, and shortly after it finished, Michael, Betty’s new owner, arrived. 

We ticked the various boxes and signed in appropriate places, then went to get Betty into the carrier. She was not keen, so we had to chuck a lot of Dreamies in so she could have the door shut behind her. Get some more tomorrow!

This afternoon, I watched the first episode of The Defenders, then some Buffy while using up wool crocheting a mandala from my new book. I keep getting pain in my fat arm, like my vessels are being squeezed. I see Andrew on the 31st. We’ll chat about it all then. 

The 4th of July. 

Kittens are gone! Well, three of them are gone. Hopefully Bree will cope alright because she still has her mum. Also hoping this makes her more amenable to being petted!

This morning, I filled in the paperwork for Betsy’s adoption, and realised that I didn’t have any more PetPlan forms for this afternoon. I also checked the PetPlan website to make sure Brodie’s heart murmur would be covered if it doesn’t fix itself and it will. Phew. 

Linda came to pick up Betsy just before twelve, and had a great carrier that could fold away. We filled in the last bits of the form, and we got Betsy in there pretty easily after I gave her a quick hug. I have had a video of her playing in her new home so it looks like she’ll be okay. 

Rosemary came for lunch, so I had a bit of a chat with her before food, but I was in with the kittens when she left. This afternoon, I have been doing the second lot of paperwork and doing a blog post. Plus a couple of episodes of Orphan Black. 

The family adopting the other two came at quarter to six, and I got the bouncy toys out so the kittens didn’t run away. Bailey got in the carrier without a fuss and I tricked Brodie into a cuddle before popping him in. Now they’re all gone, I just hope they settle in okay!

The 5th of July. 

It’s so quiet now. I don’t think we’ll hear any thumping into the wardrobe with just Betsy and Bree here. They both favour lounging around as an activity; Betty because she is so chill, and Bree because she is just lazy. They can be slightly forgiven for that today though, considering the heat and their level of floof. 

I think that most of my day has been spent in front of the tennis. So far, we are doing well! It’s bound to all go wrong at some point but I can cling on to it for now. I did take a break when I went to moisturise my legs (no one wants to see flaky skin) and I put on some music, had a little dance to George Michael. 

Had an early dinner of cheese on toast with sultanas (if you have not discovered this sweet and savoury combination, prepare to have your tastebuds blown) because I was out at The Glee tonight, seeing Fin and Kiri’s works in progress of their Edinburgh shows. I had no trouble with being let in this time, and went to have a chat with them both pre-show. It was nice to see them without oxygen attached to my face and being able to walk around a bit. 

Both shows were excellent; if you are able to see the finished products either in Edinburgh or on tour, you should. At the end, I managed to escape without assistance, and waited for Daddy outside the back door. Funny how much safer I feel in the summer in my chair than in the winter on my legs. Harder to abduct and murder. 

The 24th of November. 

Another early start, but I can sleep in tomorrow. To combat my tiredness, I had three coffees before lunchtime, but that means I am very yawny now. 

The food show didn’t open until ten, when normally it starts at half nine, so when we arrived, everybody was still queuing to get in. I managed to get through the crowd, avoiding the stand where they were selling show guides, and chose to instead drive up and down all the aisles and see where I wanted to purchase things from. I stopped at Fudge Kitchen, because once it gets busy they’re impossible to get to, so I bought some drinking fudge and we had a lovely chat about GameBoys and hen dos. I went round all the drinks but bought none because I don’t want vodka that tastes like toffee. Bleah. I did as I always do, buying four brownies and a corker from The Brownie Bar, and at Gower Cottage I got a brownie, plus jars of brownie and blondie butter. Very excited about them. I also got a muffin from the Merangz people (disappointing) and a BBQ pork sausage roll for lunch. There was a stand of vegan chocolates and it was nice chocolate (I tried some) so I bought some for Lauren, and then I was pretty much done! We were home by half one. 

This afternoon, I had some more CP admin to do (apparently there is not normally so much back and forth with people but I have really been thrown in at the deep end) and now I am waiting for a lady and her daughter to come and see Ava and Amira. Hoping they can get through the Boldmere Christmas Extravaganza traffic. 

The 25th of November. 

One kitten down, two to go. I’m taking the gap between adoptions to do this. 

I got to sleep in until a vastly preferable nine o’clock this morning, and I was glad I didn’t have to do any blog typing up because I had to fill in all the paperwork for this evening’s adoptions. Three lots of PetPlan forms takes time. Plus I managed to buy a couple of Black Friday sale items for Christmas. Well, one thing for a present, one thing for me. I have not been an organised as usual – need to get going. 

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them. It’s alright. I mean it’s very well made and all looks impressive, but the story is crap. So thin. The amount of non-white characters can be counted on one hand. I don’t know why Johnny Depp was there. How they can stretch this out into five films I have no fucking clue. 

We got home with about ten minutes to spare before Stephen came for Archie. He was very good about getting into the carrier (Archie, not Stephen) and I really think he will be happy in his new home. He will be loved a lot

I think I will be most sad to say goodbye to Ava. She is just lovely and I love her. I must not cry. 

The 2nd of November. 

Another busy morning! Not busy enough though – should have done a blog post but I forgot all about it again. I have nothing on tomorrow though so I’ll have no excuse. 

Today was endocrine clinic. I thought I might just get my book finished while we waited for Andy, but people started talking to me because they thought my transplant was recent (short hair), so then I had to do a brief explanation of the past eight years, and I just hope I didn’t scare them too much. The appointment with Andy was fine – he did check if there was a referral to the pain team about me and couldn’t see anything on the system, so he’s going to chase that up. Then we went to see the pharmacist for some drugs, and on the way out, some paramedics came in to attend to a patient who’d had a problem. A clinic full of doctors but the actual clinic doesn’t have the kit that an ambulance does.

When we got home, we had lunch while watching the series finale of Taskmaster, then Mommy went to Grandma’s and I went upstairs to look at my books and decide what to get rid of. I spent an hour and a half removing books from shelves and filling bags with the ones I’m getting rid of. Currently there are four and a half bags full of books to go and I’m not even finished. I really had to stop because I was inhaling so much dust, I was beginning to suffer. I don’t even know what I will do with them – either various charity shops or a place that will find them useful. 

This evening, I have been finishing off the crocheting of one of my Christmas chaps, Claus the candle. He’s adorable. 

The 3rd of November.

Started the day with an early phone call from Sheila. She’d had Christina (the potential adopter of Amira and Ava) on the phone asking if she could pick up the kittens this evening. I don’t know why she didn’t ring me but that’s by the by. I have now spoken with her and explained that she can’t adopt them until she’s viewed them again here with the grandchildren, so that’s going to happen tonight instead. Fingers crossed it all goes well!

I had to stay out of my bedroom all morning because Mommy was doing more dusting and vacuuming so there are particles flying about all over the place that I didn’t want to be breathing in. That was fine, it meant I could work on Xaver the Christmas tree. So far he has legs and a body. I will hold off posting any photos until I’ve made all three. 

This afternoon, I gymmed. Shoulder press is still broken, boo. I suspect it might stay that way for some time, as it usually takes a while for things to get fixed. In terms of people, I am pretty sure I saw a girl who used to be on Hollyoaks who I know is local. Not something you can really go and ask though. 

Also I’m very amused by the High Court ruling on the triggering of Article 50 today. Mainly because Brexiteers are so angry and are saying it’s “Remoaners trying to subvert the will of the people ” even though it’s just THE LAW BEING ENFORCED, and they voted for Parliamentary sovereignty and now that’s what the court has ruled in favour of, they’re upset. 

The 24th of August. 

No poo-watch today. Instead, it’s Bake Off day! I am ridiculously excited. Love Bake Off so much. What insane things does Mary Berry have in store for us this year? I already have my favourites: Andrew, Rav, Selasi and Benjamina. Watch them. 

Not so much crocheting today either. This morning I had a phone call with Ben from Anthony Nolan about the event I’m going to at the BMA in September; he wants me to speak a little bit so we were mainly just talking about what I might say and what is going to happen. Mainly networking. 

After lunch and the new episode of Pretty Little Liars, I had a trip to the dentist and hygienist. Liam (the dentist) and I had a lovely chat about flossing, then the hygienist poked all my gums and gave me a score of zero which is the best! Still can’t cope very well with the abrasive floss/polishing strips though. Bleah. 

Since getting home, I have only had time to crochet the neckline of my jumper and a sleeve. Just the other sleeve to go and it’ll be finished! Having tried it on a couple of times, it’s definitely going to keep me warm. 

The 25th of August. 

I woke up from the most horrific dream in which I had squished an enormous spider (its body was the size of a two pound coin) with my hands and it screamed, and when I awoke I was in the position I’d been in in the dream and I really didn’t want to move. 

This morning I was at the chiro. I told Trine about the MRI and asked if she might be able to pull a string or two with Mr. Harland, then she crunched my upper back and my neck a lot. When I came out, the most ghastly duet was playing on Radio 2. I got dressed so fast. I have never heard it before and I never want to hear it again. 

After lunch, I crocheted the other sleeve of the jumper, and now it is finished! It doesn’t look great in a photo because it’s oversized and slouchy. When it’s cold enough, I’ll wear it and it’ll look better. 

Not long after I’d finished, Nadia’s adopters came round to take her home. They’re back from holiday so couldn’t wait to have her. We got all the paperwork done pretty quickly, then it just took us about forty five minutes to get her into the carrier. In the end, there was some tricking and we had to grab her a little bit. The other two were only too happy to get inside but she was not getting involved. I was so of of breath. Still, we got her there in the end and it was a very short trip to her new home. I am sure she’ll be fine. The other two don’t appear to have noticed. 

Eight years that I would not have had if the current rules had been in place. Patients will be denied the chance to have the same based purely on some bad luck, and that is fucked up.

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The 17th of June. 

Oh dear, I feel ghastly. I seem to have rid myself of one cough to pick up another one which is worse. I didn’t sleep well because my nose was partially blocked so I had to breathe through my mouth, I kept waking up to cough…I really didn’t want to get out of bed. 

This morning, I got my blog post done, then went to let the kittens out for the first time since we brought them home yesterday. They were delighted and ran around like mad things. The food bowl was turned upside down, dried food all over the floor, just chaos. Eventually, Gabby got under the bed, so I put the other two back in the cage and just had to wait for her to emerge.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see The Nice Guys. It is a bit ridiculous – it’s entertaining, lots of action, although I had the problem I often have when there’s shooting in films – why can’t people who are supposedly using guns a great deal such terrible shots, even when they’ve got a machine gun? It irks me greatly. Also, for any fans of very old America’s Next Top Model, Yaya from Cycle 3 is in it! She has not aged at all. 

I really want to go to bed, but it’s only quarter to eight. Maybe I’ll go upstairs after Would I Lie To You, take some Zopiclone, no dreams. 

The 18th of June. 

I am exhausted. I had two Zopiclone last night but they didn’t knock me out like they usually do; it took a lot longer than normal, but I don’t know if that was because I couldn’t get my breathing right, and everything needs to work together for the tablets to be effective. So I have the “hangover” without the benefit. 

There is no impulse to move if I don’t have to, and every three or four breaths, my chest starts rumbling and I have to shift the phlegm. Sometimes one cough will get it up, but more likely is that I’ll have to keep forcing them out until my throat clears. Then I’ll need to blow my nose and what feels like gallons of junk comes out; I don’t know where in my head it’s being stored but it just keeps coming. I’ve got decongestant and an olbas inhaler to keep my sinuses clear and carbocisteine to keep the phlegm from sticking anywhere, but other than that, I can only wait for it to bugger off when is ready. Fuck you, lung disease. 

The adoptions both went off without a hitch, everybody behaved themselves and I’ve heard that Gabby and Gabe (now Florence and Freddie) are out and pottering about, and I haven’t spoken to Eliott who took Gracie but I’m going to assume no news is good news. 

When everyone was gone, I sat and filled in paperwork and registered all the microchips, and since then, I have flooped.