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The 1st of August.

Starting to warm up again. For all the complaining about the heat, I prefer being warm to cold.

I was at the chiro this morning, and Trine was amazed at the difference in my arm compared to last time she saw it three weeks ago. For some reason, a particular spot in my right shoulder blade was really tender. The only thing I can think of is that it’s still recovering after having been messed about with because I haven’t done anything that would actively cause that sort of pain.

After lunch, I went to the gym. Much better session than Monday because a) I wasn’t angry and b) it was way quieter – far fewer youths today. There was a man that smelled like cheese and onion crisps though, which was unpleasant. I know it was him because when he left my vicinity, so did the smell.

Back home, Shaki popped in to pick up the remaining cat carriers and give me the money for my phone, and a man came to look at the roof/my bedroom ceiling. It is going to be fixed!

The 2nd of August.

Well, I’ve had a nice day, apart from one thing but it was just something I learned as opposed to something that happened to me.

This morning I got my hair cut at Black Sheep, so I got an update on how Sophie and Adam’s dog Cilla is doing after her operation (good; being a rascal) and got a surprise seeing Andrew who was helping out today. Had a nice chat with Michaela while she was chopping, telling her all about my liposuction and the saga of Dolly, and she told me of her extremely busy weekend, bless her.

This afternoon, Jen came round. Haven’t seen her for ages so we had a good chinwag for an hour. She could only stay that long because she is hand-rearing a kitten because (here comes the bad thing) his mother ate the other four in the litter! I KNOW. And apparently this cat has done this twice before, as have other females in her breeding line (she is fancy) and some are just genetically predisposed to doing this? So that’s horrific.

When she left, I tried to play Rayman on the PC, but no matter what I did, it wouldn’t cooperate, so I ended up downloading a PortKit onto my iMac and running it in there! I have done the same two levels as I did downstairs, and now I have to do the dreaded Marshes of Awakening. So hard!

 

The 6th of June.

My right shoulder is the problem today. Honestly, my body just feels like a disaster zone lately.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I listened to the new episode of The Naughty Step and gave the kittens a pet before a trip to Black Sheep for Michaela to cut my hair. She was away when I went for my colour, so I had to wait. It was getting far too long and tufty. Had a good chop and chat about life, gave kitten updates, and had barely finished my coffee by the time we were done. Daddy picked me up on his way back from that dump and we came home.

Had to eat some lunch very quickly, remove my eye make up, and go back out to the QE to see Mr. Kolli. Had a blast from the past while waiting for my name to appear on the screen when a girl called Rosie who I met at BCH came over. She works at a care home so was with a patient, but it was nice to see that she is fine. My eyelashes are behaving themselves for now, so I don’t need to have any more removed yet, my pressures have come down a bit (after several attempts to measure them), and my GvHD is inactive. Plan now is to do steroid drops every day for two months, then stop, and do the pressure drops every day until a week before my next appointment with him in three months. Let’s hope my eyes continue to cooperate.

The 7th of June.

Well, Dolly has been a right old pretender. Not in her disdain for us, but the kittens. All this time she has acted like she doesn’t care about them, completely ignoring them, but we had to separate them last night so they wouldn’t feed from her while they were meant to be nil by mouth, and she has made the most forlorn sounds all day. Constantly mournful yowls, so I spent my morning replying to every mew and giving her Dreamies. She only really quietened down when she fell asleep. I don’t know how she’s going to cope tomorrow night when they’re gone and not coming back.

I stayed with her until lunchtime, came out to eat, then I went back in until it was time for us to go and collect the kittens. I really don’t know if me sitting with her helped at all, but I couldn’t bear to be out of the room and hear the sadness.

Had the bonus of meeting some good dogs at the vet, and the kittens had all been fine, they just screamed all the way home. Must warn the people tomorrow.

The 23rd of May.
Knackered again. I would really like a coffee, but it’s too late now. And I have finished the bag of Jelly Babies that normally reside beside me so I can’t even get a sugar hit.
I spent my morning having my hair coloured at Black Sheep. Well, technically, the morning was just bleaching, while I read The Cutting Edge (the new Lincoln Rhyme book), then it was after noon when the colour was applied. I showed Sophie some pictures of the new kittens, and she loves Daphne. I don’t blame her; she is the most photogenic. The colours we have gone for this time are a slate base, then stripes in purple, green, slate and a pinky red.
When finished, we made a quick trip to Boots because I needed a new toothbrush. Showbiz. By the time we got home, it was gone 2pm and I was very hungry. I watched the penultimate episode of The Blacklist and if Samar doesn’t wake up I will be furious. Then I listened to The Naughty Step while I took a lot of selfies to document the new hair.
Finally, I sat with the kitties and watched some of Bates Motel. I’m ignoring the unrealistic depiction of the girl on oxygen. Dolly came out for a bit and we did some more looking at each other. I’ll make her like me.

The 24th of May.
Really looking forward to sleep tonight. I’ve had three coffees today but still, bedtime is going to be great. Might even have two Zopiclones. Fuck it, I want a big nap.
This morning, Selina and I finally had this coffee that we have been planning and postponing for months. It was very lovely! Really, we didn’t have long enough – we spent an hour recapping our past ten years, interspersed with odd Handsworth recollections, including the realisation that actually, Miss Mold and Miss Jackson had a beautiful, enduring friendship. So we’re going to do it again, and next time we can talk about current things.
Back at home, I had some lunch, then Mommy went to Grandma’s and I had to twiddle my thumbs until the Amazon man arrived with my hair paste – didn’t want to be in the middle of befriending a cat only to chuck them away when the doorbell rang. He appeared just after I had made a coffee which was excellent timing. Had that, then I got Daphne to sit on my lap for about five minutes of Bates Motel. I’m happy with that.

 

The 5th of April.

I am very sleepy this evening. I don’t know why; I didn’t sleep badly, I didn’t get up super early, I’m just knackered. I better not be getting ill. I ain’t got time for that.

This morning I went to Black Sheep to get my hair cut. Oddly, they had me booked in for next week, but in the email they sent me, they said today (well, they said “tomorrow”, and it was sent yesterday). Luckily for me, Michaela had space this morning and could do me anyway! We talked a bit about my colour but at the moment I’m still getting plenty of compliments on it, and I don’t have anything in mind that I’d prefer, so for now it stays!

Got home about twelve, and have spent my afternoon unravelling a blanket, then repurposing that wool into a bunny I’m making for Luna, who I will be seeing this weekend. Very much looking forward to hugging all the Winnington-Coes as I haven’t seen them in literally at least a year.

Bah. Want to go to bed.

The 6th of April.

I think yesterday was just a bad day. Less sleepy, don’t think I need to worry about getting ill. Well, as long as I avoid anybody with contagious diseases.

I made the second leg of Luna’s bunny this morning, then I went upstairs to lie down/get changed. My back was really painful – Mommy was doing the shopping when I got up so I had to make my own toast and fucking hell it was agonising. I can’t wait for the 23rd. Pray these steroid injections work.

After lunch, I forced myself to go to the gym because mobility is better for pain than staying still and getting stiff. The gym was very quiet when I arrived, which is nice, and I saw very few youths. I suspect they were all outside because it was sunny and occasionally warm today. That’s fine, I like being able to do what I want.

On the way home, we popped into Aldi because they were selling wool rather cheaply so I got twelve balls that I can use to try the jumper patterns again, but altered.

The 8th of February.

Got to get used to these new frames. I’ve got so much more lens.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, had a bit of trouble getting it up because my iPad wouldn’t connect to the blog so I had to go on the laptop. I rang up Piccadilly to see if my glasses had arrived but they weren’t in yet, so I watched the latest How to Get Away with Murder. Poor Asher! Then I just started to crochet when I got a text saying they were in, so we hopped in the car.

Jenny fitted them up, then we went to pick up the train tickets for Monday, but the whole system was broken. Sigh.

Home, lunch, out to Black Sheep for haircut. It was getting too long and needed trimming before Monday. Michaela hadn’t got Lulu with her this time but I got to see a super tiny two week old baby that another customer had with her so I was very happy. Such small feets!

Tomorrow is speech writing. Gah.

The 9th of February.

Ugh well today has been incredibly boring, I am sorry to say.

Actually, this morning was quite exciting, because there were only 75 tickets left for Still Standing, then I got another email from Music Glue saying it had nearly sold out with only 54 seats to go! If we sell out, I think I will probably cry.

Apart from that, very dull. Shower, shaved legs (in case I end up wearing something that shows some ankle), lots of moisturising. That took about an hour, and caused rather a lot of back pain.

After lunch, I made the sudden discovery that iCloud had essentially put 30,000 photos on my phone and there isn’t space for that. I went upstairs to sort it out, and pretty much lost my afternoon to it. Hours of photo library bollocks. I’ve left it updating to the new iMac software. This is not over.

No writing got done at all.

The 2nd of February.

I am tired and can’t really afford to be because Mommy and I are seeing Katherine Ryan tonight and I need to be awake.

It doesn’t help that I’ve been fairly inactive all day and I think sloth begets sloth. This morning, I wrote a blog post, then repainted my nails. Absolutely riveting stuff.

After lunch, I made Simon’s hat while watching Blindspot (still faintly ridiculous). Then I went upstairs to put on my face prior to going out and listened to a podcast.

I emailed Black Sheep yesterday about a fringe trim, but we never finalised a time so I’m going to have to ring them tomorrow.

Anthony Nolan have published the pared down version of my blog, you can read it here.

The 3rd of February.

Late night: tired girl.

I got up a little later than usual, and had a pretty quiet morning. Mommy had bought some cinnamon porridge so I had that for breakfast for a change, and I rang Black Sheep to see if I could get my hair cut (I decided it all needs chopping) this week, so that’s Thursday.

I then made the nose and arms of Simon and attached them to his body, then made a start on the final Christmas chap, Heinz the stag. I made his legs and half of his body, then it was time for lunch.

This afternoon, I spent rather more time upstairs than I planned to. I listened to a podcast, then I was going to put a couple of ringtones on my phone, and do some more gentle exercise. However, it ended up taking ages because the way I had to do it (using Garageband) didn’t work and I couldn’t understand it. Finally, I found a method that worked and could carry on.

I put on the second episode of Black Lightning (yes it is good, I am happy) and did my very lightweight workout on the floor. I felt it after the last one so I’m conscious not to do too much.

The 17th of January.

Final early morning of the week today. No hospital, I was going to Black Sheep to meet Adam, the new owner (with his fiancée Sophie), and have a major colour change. He trained James, so has the expertise I need. New year, birthday, gig – all good excuses for new hair. We had a bit of a chat and in the end we’ve gone for seven different colours distributed through my hair. We had to bleach out the ginger first, then all the painting of the individual pieces took a while so I was there from 9.30 until 2. Long day in the chair!

I just had time to eat lunch, then we had to take the kittens to the vet for their second jabs. They were not particularly thrilled about it but I have since been forgiven.

Since getting back, I have crocheted the second arm of the bear, and I would like to go to sleep soon. Tired.

The 18th of January.

I got to sleep in until 9 o’clock this morning and it was so nice. I did get woken up by the letterbox flapping about in the night, but I put a podcast on and went back to sleep.

My plan this morning was to make the ears and tail of the bear, then assemble him. I got the first part done with no trouble, but when it came to putting him together, I found the snout was too big for the face. I tried all sorts of things, different wools, but in the end I created a new pattern and finally got him all sewn up.

This afternoon, I went to sit with the kittens, as they go tomorrow. I found to my delight that there was a new episode of Riverdale, still as mad as ever, then I watched a really bizarre film called This is Your Death which I hoped would be some clever Black Mirror-esque satire but no, it was just really fucking sad.

After that, I felt pretty glum, so Mommy and I watched Roast Battle and that cheered me right up.