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The 29th of August. 

Another bad night! I really don’t know what’s happening, if it’s my body or my mind that is the problem. I just want it to stop. 

This morning, I did a blog post, and had started watching The Mist yesterday, so I put that back on. I got a couple of episodes watched (Mommy had taken Grandma for an appointment with her consultant) and painted my nails, which was fun when I dropped my phone down the side of the chair. I was able to retrieve it without getting nail varnish everywhere, thankfully. 

Mommy got back around lunchtime, so we ate some food, then I went to let the kittens run around while I watched the final few episodes of The Mist. I think I am getting somewhere with Henrietta – I keep giving her treat sticks and the occasional Dreamie and I am getting hissed at less. The Mist has a very unsatisfactory ending – no questions answered, harmful stereotypes reinforced, cliffhanger finale. Do I want another season? Just answers would be preferable, I think. Bah. 

New Bake Off tonight. I have a lot of conflicting feelings. 

The 30th of August. 

Jesus, my eyes have been really sore for the past two days. No reason, and not much I can really do to alleviate the pain. More eye drops don’t really help. Blargh. I at least had a marginally better sleep, but the dreams weren’t great. 

I’ve done too much crocheting again, so my fingers are tired. The doily is so big, it now takes over an hour to do a round and it only grows. Really hoping I manage to get to the end without running out of wool. 

This afternoon, we watched the Horizon programme about psychopaths, then I finished off a round of crochet before going upstairs to listen to some podcasts and give my eyes a rest. Back downstairs, I let the kittens out and watched an episode of Sense8. Henrietta is coming a bit closer to me now, although we thought we might have a setback last night after she got her claws stuck in a blanket and completely freaked out. We couldn’t help her without getting injured, so I had to get an oven glove so we could remove her paw from its trap. She was not happy. Thankfully, today she does not seem too traumatised. Hugo is still ridiculous, climbing up my leg, but if I look at him, he legs it. More bribery required. 

The 30th of July. 

Not quite one’s average Sunday. The morning was fairly standard – Sunday Brunch, blog post. This week’s comedian pal appearing on the show was Joel, who ate some chips in order to make Nish lose a wager. 

After taking Grandma home from church, Mommy and I went into Sutton to get Pandora charms for today and August. I also got a chocolate dreamcake Krispy Kreme because it’s a day to celebrate. In the end, I went for the anchor charm at Pandora, because they describe it as the “symbol of hope” and hope was all we had at that point. My chances were 20% of 20%, which works out at 4%, and yet somehow, nine years since my second stem cell transplant, I am still here. 

When we got back, we had lunch, and I spoke to a girl who is interested in adopting Betty. She actually happened to be very near my house when we talked, so she came round straight away. Betty was her usual charming self, coming straight up and purring away like a champion. It seemed to go well; she’s gone away to think about it and fingers crossed she wants her. 

The 31st of July. 

My brain was very busy in the night, dreaming about all sorts of things. 

This morning, I worked on the panda head while communicating with Philippa to find out if James had sent my referral to the lymphoedema clinic. She said it had definitely gone, so then I rang the clinic who confirmed that they’d received it, but I won’t get an appointment until October! SIGH. I’m going to have to find someone else to see because I can’t do nothing for another two months. 

After lunch, I went up to the QE to see Dean. He was starting his chemo today so it was a good day to go before he starts feeling too ghastly. Although he wasn’t feeling wonderful today, bless him. Issues with chemo timing hadn’t helped, and pharmacy were being dreadful – his chemo was meant to be at one, but it still hadn’t appeared on the ward when I left at twenty to five. He is taking his mum to see Miss Saigon tonight and I really hope they got there because he’s been looking forward to this for ages. It was nice to meet his mum and younger brother; I have heard much about them so it was nice to have faces to put to names. 

Tonight I’m off to Denise’s for a Cats Protection meeting to try to work out what we’re going to do about homing. 

The 18th of June. 

Too much warmth. Sleeping was not good. I have a sheet on my bed now so hopefully tonight it will be easier. I am not built for this weather. I prefer about eight degrees less than this. Low to mid-twenties is a good temperature. 

This morning was blog post and Sunday Brunch. Coffee, curtains closed. This afternoon, I’ve been counting down until kitty o’clock but now it’s here and they’re going to be late because another fosterer is delayed. Bahhh. After lunch, I started some new crochet (finished the doily last night but it needs ironing), then at 2 I went upstairs to lie in the dark and listen to Gardener’s Question Time because I’m very old. 

Back downstairs an hour later, crocheted until five, then found out about the hold up. Now writing, twiddling my thumbs. Dinner between six and seven so they can’t come then. I just hate it when people are unreliable. It’s not Shaki’s fault, but still it is frustrating. I want my floofs!

The 19th of June. 

Kitties arrived after dinner. They are super fluffy and gorgeous. The mum (Betty) is very friendly, she is very happy to be petted. The kittens (Brodie, Bree, Bailey and Betsy) are less forthcoming – will have to make them enjoy it. 

Obviously it is too hot to do much of anything. Last night was gross – my room is the hottest, even with the curtains closed and windows open. Bleah. 

For most of the day, I have been sat with the kittens, trying to get them used to me. Tennis on in the background, glasses of iced water. The kittens are bouncing around, exploring their new abode, having lots of pretend fights. I can tell which one is Brodie because he’s the only one with short fur. Betsy is the biggest, fluffiest girl, and she’s grey, so I think I can identify her. Bree and Bailey are both brown and look basically the same, but one is lighter. Which one that is, I am not sure. 

Wilting. Really not looking forward to bedtime. 

The 17th of April.

Kitty is gone. He was very amenable about the whole thing – only the mum came to pick him up, so he didn’t get stressed and hide. We took the carrier in so he could investigate it while we filled in the paperwork in the living room. When the boring bit was over, I went to give Spike (now Tiger) a big hug and had to entice him into the carrier with treats and a gentle push. I have been told he came straight out when she got him home and went to sit on a dining room chair, under the table. Our next cat is going to be a sad kitty who has been very neglected and will have to be shaved because his fur is so matted. Bless.

This afternoon, I finished the bear I made yesterday and put together the monkey I’ve done for James. Back to doilies now? We’ll see.

I smashed open my Easter egg and ate some of that while watching Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. It is really going to take forever to get through. And that is all!

The 18th of April.

I am not watching the news, mainly because I have been watching it pretty much constantly since Theresa May’s announcement this morning. After a fairly poor sleep, hearing that we are going to have to vote again was the last thing I was in the mood for.

Of course I want the Tories out – they are quite literally destroying everything that is good about this country. But I am really concerned that people won’t vote for Labour, the only credible chance of getting them out, because they “don’t like Jeremy Corbyn”. I just want to shake those people – the NHS is falling apart, schools are so drastically underfunded that they’re having to cut pretty much anything that isn’t nailed down while asking parents for contributions, social care barely exists, and Brexit is going to make all of it even worse. Let’s not forget the cuts to disability benefits, sanctions on people which only make their lives even more difficult, the lack of support for young people who inexplicably don’t deserve the same opportunities as those over 25, or the huge rise in need of food banks.

I don’t give a fuck if you don’t like Corbyn. Children are returning to school with signs of malnutrition. Voting for Labour is the only chance we have to change things. Grow up and do the right thing.

The 3rd of April. 

I am so tired. Not just physically tired, but mentally, I am exhausted. I had Zopiclone last night which worked, but I don’t know how much good it did. 

Really, I feel like I am waiting for each day of the next three weeks to be over. That’s when my venoplasty is, but it by no means will fix everything. Well, it should fix my arm, but I’ve lost faith in its efficacy. I don’t know. Recovering from the pneumonia is really frustrating because improvements will be so incremental that I won’t even notice I’m getting better. I’m just hoping with every part of me that I’m not still needing oxygen at Machynlleth. Then there’s my back pain to deal with – I have an appointment at the GP to sort out starting the patches, which I really hope work because it hurts so much at the moment, I can’t even force myself to sit up straight. Then there’s my eye, no longer really causing me pain, but I can’t see out of it effectively – everything on that side is a blur. I haven’t got my follow-up appointment at the QE yet from when I saw the eye man in February so I need to ring up the consultant’s secretary about that. And let’s not forget the gynae issues that take up a chunk of each day too. 

I have nothing in the diary to look forward to in the next few weeks either. I’m worried the heavy cloud will descend once more. 

The 4th of April. 

Slightly improved today. Not physically, but mentally. I had a terrible sleep, tossing and turning, so my plans of extra sleep are not going brilliantly. 

Bad sleep has resulted in bad breathing, and even with 3 litres of oxygen, showering was quite the ordeal. It was not even that difficult in hospital, although that time I was not particularly active. Anyway, not an especially productive morning. Essentially, I got dressed. 

This afternoon, I let Spike out for a little explore before his lunch, and we had a very pleasant time. I rubbed his belly lots and tried to take pictures, but he doesn’t stay still long enough. Mommy took Grandma out into Sutton, and I sat and finished crocheting the most recent doily while listening to episodes 4 and 5 of S-Town. It is such a sad, sad story, for everybody involved – I can’t think of a single person who is having what might be called a relatively easy life. And it’s so complicated, and I doubt it will all be resolved in the next two episodes. Much like the last two books I have read, with their unsatisfying endings. I need something wrapped up neatly in a box.

The 8th of November. 

Well we know Dixville Notch in New Hampshire has done the right thing. Just got to hope the rest of America follows suit. Honestly I am so nervous – as someone on Twitter said, it’s like Christmas Eve and the night before dangerous, life-threatening surgery at the same time. 

I have had a very quiet day – still no building to wake me but the skip arrived today so that might change tomorrow. I have to get up for the hairdresser tomorrow anyway so hopefully it won’t matter. I did a blog post, then did a lot of crochet. Making myself a scarf/snood in the softest wool to ever exist. My face is going to be snuggly as fuck. I came across it in John Lewis, and now I am hearing disturbing reports that they are going to get rid of the haberdashery. They deny it, and I do hope they are not lying because I love it. 

This afternoon, we had to take all the cats to the vet for their second jabs. We kind of had to force Amy into her carrier and she wasn’t thrilled but I gave her lots of treats to try and appease her. When we took them in, the vet asked if we wanted a sickly chicken – someone found a chicken roaming in the park and brought it in. We declined. 

Got a couple coming to see Archie tomorrow evening. Hooray!

The 9th of November. 

It really happened. I was dreaming that Hillary won by a landslide, woke up at 5am and checked the news. Trump had 240, and I couldn’t go back to sleep. I couldn’t bring myself to put the news on (still can’t) so I listened to two RHLSTPs until it was a socially acceptable time to get up. 

I’ve been at Black Sheep for a lot of today, having my hair whitened for Christmas. Obviously Trump is all we could talk about. I think we are all still in shock. Disbelief. I’m seeing Nish on Friday and I think we might become hysterical. The only way to cope with it right now. 

I left at half two, and we went to Pets at Home to buy a tank for the hamster to live in. This morning, to add insult to injury, Graham decided he would projectile pee in spurts out of the cage. We cannot have that so now he’s got a big plastic tank. He’s still registering the fact that he no longer has bars he can climb and chew. I am sure he will adjust. 

The people who were coming to see Archie have pulled out because they feel they’re not ready right now. That’s fine; we’d rather they worked that out now. 

The world is a scary place. 

The 6th of November. 

Tired. I got to wake up at a normal time but I had a weird night, having a Groundhog Day kind of dream but it was horrible. Happy to see daylight. 

This morning, after my blog post, I sat with the kittens all through Sunday Brunch to make sure they were okay (Ava was a bit off last night) and take some new pictures of Amy and Archie. Photos of Amy may not be entirely necessary as we now have a potential adopter coming to see her tomorrow. 

After lunch, I went upstairs to scan all the books I am getting rid of into the webuybooks.com app. Turns out they will accept a grand total of ten of my books for the princely sum of £6.01. Still no plan for the rest of them. Hmm. 

That did not take a great amount of time, so I spent the rest of my afternoon starting Anton the angel, realising I’d been using the wrong colours, unravelling it and trying again. Thankfully I hadn’t got too far. He is meant to be wearing white shorts and the different between the white and cream I use for the face is negligible. Going to have to come up with a way to make the contrast more obvious or he’ll just look naked. 
Oh god Trump cannot win. I just thought about it and felt my stomach physically plummet. 

The 7th of November. 

I was expecting to be woken up by builders this morning who are doing the roof next door, but thankfully they didn’t get the delivery of tiles until during the day. That does, however, probably mean they’ll wake me up tomorrow. 

I spent my morning finishing off Anton, so now I just need to attach some beads to Xaver and add the contrast to the outline of Anton’s shorts. Then they will be properly complete and I can take photos. They’re adorable. 

I got done just before lunch, so after I’d eaten, it was back to the gym for a shorter than usual session so I could leave at four. I was very productive though, upping most of my weights, so I’ll probably hurt tomorrow. That’s okay, the only thing I have to do is take the cats to the vet for their second jabs. 

I wanted to finish at four because at five, I had a lady coming to see Amy. She has been and gone, and I think it’s going to work out. They got along, she’s had cats like Amy before so I’m waiting confirmation but I think it’s going to be a yes. Then it’ll just be Archie!