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The 3rd of August.

It is warm again, but not too warm. Hooray!

This morning, not very much happened – did a blog post, Christine came home. Little bit of crochet – I’m redoing the yoke of the dress because the one I did with the 2mm hook seems too small. We shall see!

Had lunch, then I went to the gym. Third time this week! I’m not their most committed member though – there is a teenage girl who is there every day, I’m pretty sure. I am slightly concerned about her because she is already super slim. I kind of want to ask her what she is hoping to achieve over the holiday (it is since schools broke up that she has started appearing) but obviously I can’t. It was busier than Wednesday, but thankfully nobody smelled today so I coped with it.

Back home, I booked my train tickets for Janelle Monáe and an Anthony Nolan thing I have a few days later. September is going to be good!

The 4th of August.

My back is bad this evening. Maybe the CBD capsules were doing *something*? I’ll see if this persists and if it does, that means I’m going to have to spend more money and experiment again. Or maybe I’ll finally get another appointment with Dr. Blaney. It could happen. Today is two years and I tried oramorph for my pain and all it did was make me vomit copiously.

This morning, I finished the yoke of my dress while watching Saturday Kitchen, which featured a woman who can’t have been of sound mind because her food heaven was aniseed. Wrong.

Then I spent the afternoon on a nicely air-conditioned cinema with Daddy and Christine watching Ant-man and the Wasp. It is pleasantly entertaining – nothing spectacular, but lots of action and lots of jokes. I swear Paul Rudd ages backwards. The message I took away was that if people asked for help instead of deciding to be enemies, lots of damage could be avoided. Or certain people need to deal with their existential death bullshit. If you see it, stay for the first post-credits scene.

Now home, I’ve realised I have to undo the last round of the dress. It’s okay. I can fix it.

The 16th of July.

Early start for liver clinic. A very straightforward one – we got an excellent parking space, I had my blood pressure done, watched about ten minutes of tv, then I got called through. James wasn’t there today, so I saw a different lady. I don’t really have any concerns, and I answered all her questions in a satisfactory fashion, so I was in and out in no time. Had to have some bloods done, and remarkably, they got a vein the first time! I was very impressed.

This afternoon, I had to put my feet up against the wall again (I don’t know why this is so bad at the moment; maybe it’s the heat?) for an hour, then I had appointments at the dentist and hygienist. I do feel slightly smug after going because my gum score is always zero and they congratulate me on my brushing and flossing technique. Gotta have that good oral hygiene.

I got the information of the potential adopter of Dolly. However, I tried both the phone numbers provided, and one was out of service, and the other went through to a man who didn’t know what I was talking about. Not promising! I have emailed the woman, and we’ll see if she gets back to me.

The 17th of July.

Ugh, bureaucracy. I spent my morning ringing various phone numbers of government agencies, trying to sort out the renewal of my blue badge. I sent off the application yesterday when I got the reminder, but I knew they’d request extra documents because the website format doesn’t allow you to send enough. However, they want a letter that does exist – one dated in the last year that days how many points I get for PIP. I don’t have that because I haven’t been reassessed in that time as I’m entitled to it indefinitely.

First, I spoke to the Blue Badge people, who just won’t accept any other letters no matter how well I argued my case. So I had to ring the DWP to get an up to date proof of eligibility letter, and there are SO MANY PHONE NUMBERS. The number the Blue Badge people put in the email is wrong, the one on the last letter from the DWP is wrong, then I think I tried two more numbers and sat on hold for ten minutes before I spoke to someone. Thankfully, they were helpful, and my letter should be with me in 3-5 working days!

This afternoon, Daddy and I sent to see The Incredibles 2. That was good fun. I thought the twist was pretty obvious, but that didn’t dampen my enjoyment. The scene with Jack-Jack and the raccoon is very good, and Edna Mold is still the best. I highly recommend it.

Happily, the lady I emailed last night got back to me with a correct phone number, so I’m going to call her this evening.

The 25th of May.

Double Zopiclone meant I actually had a good sleep last night, and I feel like tonight will be decent too. Let’s hope I’m not wrong.

Today has been sad and lovely simultaneously. It was the funeral of Mr. Padden, one of my teachers from Hallfield. He was a great man, and I wanted to pay my respects, as did Fiona, so we went along to say goodbye and thank you.

I got there first, and found myself transported back to sixteen years ago, surrounded by the adults who were so important in my formative years. Mr. Cook, my Year 6 form teacher, who had left by the time I went back to do work experience, had to be reminded who I was, then I had to relay the past ten years to him. He gripped my hand so tightly, bless him. I was overjoyed to see Mrs. Thomas and Mrs. Norton aka Matron (who reads this! Hello!), Mrs. Villiers-Cundy, Mrs. Hore, Mr. Tobin and Mr. Florance. The affection I hold for these people is really beyond measure.

The service was beautiful. He wasn’t religious, so there were tributes from his daughters, friends and colleagues, plus his favourite songs, including a performance of Bring Him Home which absolutely broke me. It closed with us all singing the last two stanzas of Jerusalem, because he loved the last night of the proms and we left feeling uplifted, instead of depressed.

Fiona found me afterwards, and we followed other cars to the wake. We both had a glass of wine and started reminiscing with our old teachers about the old days. I kind of understand why so many people want to hark back to days gone by, but life has changed and we can’t have those times back. I wish we could have stayed for even longer, but we had to go and pick up Fiona’s children from their respective childcare. I got to meet baby Jack! He is a gorgeous ginger squidge. I did not cuddle him because he was a bit snotty, and he is not a massive fan of new people. Then Daddy picked me up and we drove home, enjoying all the chive flowers on the way.

The 26th of May.

It is warm and I am confused. And tonight it will be muggy and wet and we have to make sure my ceiling doesn’t fall down during the deluge.

For once, I got the sleep I expected, and my alarm woke me up! An unusual occurrence, but one I welcome.

The morning seemed to disappear while I wrote about yesterday, and I only got round to getting dressed at about twelve. Poof, gone.

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Solo. It was fine. On the whole I enjoyed it, I’m just not really invested in any of the characters so I didn’t care that much. Chewbacca and Lando are the best, and everyone else is a bit of a dick.

When we came out, we had to fill in a survey about the film for a girl from Universal. I was honest about my levels of enthusiasm. I’m only here for the Leia film, let’s be honest.

The 17th of May.

I’m going to level with you – there’s very little to say about today.

I had dreams about sweets, fixing an earring and the saddest Backstreet Boys concert in the history of time (they were playing a pitifully-populated arena). This morning I wrote up a blog post, then I went to sit with the kittens and watch the Riverdale season finale.

The kittens have remained resolutely asleep under the chair almost all day – I think I have seen them for all of about ten minutes. It has been warm in that room so maybe they’re all cosy and happy curled up together.

I spent my afternoon watching the second half of the Evil Genius documentary. It’s a very bizarre case, and I still don’t know what to make of it. Whether Brian Wells was involved or not, he died in a horrific manner, terrified out of his mind, and I don’t think he deserved that. Then I kept on with Scandal, while working on the sleeves of my jumper. Currently the kittens are so uninterested in me, I can crochet in the room with them and they don’t even notice. I do hope Dolly comes out soon.

The 18th of May.

I have not seen the kittens at all today. They obviously had a very busy night, frolicking, because they have been under the chair all day. However! Last night, Dolly came out! She ate some food, then went back under the chair. I took this opportunity to put some more food down because we were pretty sure she hadn’t eaten all day. She then came back out for some more, but went very slowly, stopping like she thought it made her invisible. She’s very pretty; just a big black floofball with huge yellow eyes. Like the Basilisk, but pretty.

This morning, I sat and watched recorded stuff while crocheting my sleeves, because the news is pure royal wedding and I am exhausted by it. This afternoon, we could escape because Daddy and I went to see Deadpool 2. That’s a lot of fun if you like violence and pop culture references. No spoilers, but Domino is the best character.

 

The 27th of April.

Baby news! No, not royal baby news, couldn’t give a monkey’s about Prince Louis. No, John and Maddie (whose wedding we went to last summer) have had their baby! She is called Esmée and she is small and pink and angry-looking but I’m sure she’ll cheer up soon.

I’d just got a blog post written up when Denise arrived with a kitty for me! She (the cat) had been taken to the vet by someone wanting to put her to sleep, purely because she has a wound on her side, we think some kind of allergic reaction to a bite, and they couldn’t cope with it. But Brynn didn’t want to do that when she is so young (we think only about a year old) and otherwise healthy, so he called us. We have to clean the site with hibiscrub every day, but she’s very friendly and amenable so hopefully it shouldn’t be a problem.

I stayed with her for an hour until we had to go to the QE to have my right eye done. Thankfully, because there were only three lashes together, Mr. Kolli wanted to get me done first and quickly which I was only too happy to go along with. It was him doing the procedure today, and he did just the one injection. However, today’s was the most painful I think I’ve had. Still, it worked swiftly, he zapped the rogue lashes and whacked the patch on. I had my custard creams, then was discharged to spend the afternoon trying to ignore the itching and sitting with my new friend, who we can’t decide on a name for.

The 28th of April.

It has been a very good day!

I woke up a little bit early and watched Riverdale in bed (#JusticeForMidge) before getting up and dressed to see Adam this morning.

I got to Yorks just before him, swooping in on a table as two guys left it. Vulture skills. He popped up behind me as I was about to message him so we had a big hug then got coffee and cake. He told me some very exciting news which I will have to keep secret for a while but I look forward to it being shared. I got to give him the little cinnamon bun I crocheted and he is going to put it on his Dean shelf. He told me about how things are going at Oxford and I told him about Porno Live because he is a Belinker too.

Daddy came to pick me up because we had tickets to Infinity War at half two, so we had another massive hug and Adam went back to the station while we got in the car. I can’t say anything about the film but I have a lot of feelings. I nearly did a cry, but I also cheered a lot. It was very stressful.

Back at home, I got the new kitty (still can’t decide on a name) to fall asleep on my lap! Cat Whisperer is me.

 

The 22nd of March.

Fuuuuck my back hurts so much tonight. Only a month until the injections. I can keep going until then.

The rest of me isn’t too sore after my gym session yesterday. My shoulders are feeling it, but I’ve coped. I’m not waddling like Saturday which is most important.

Most of my day has been spent working on the jumper which is now finished! I was doing it with an eye on the window, hoping against hope that the FedEx man would arrive before we had to go out for the dental hospital at two. Thankfully, he appeared with about ten minutes to spare! I was very happy – it was my wireless headphones so now I don’t have to worry about cables at the gym.

At the dental hospital, I saw lovely John, who it was nice to catch up with. Most of the appointment was spent updating him on what’s happened since I last saw him in 2016, I think. When he got round to looking in my mouth, he was very happy with its condition, doesn’t want to see me for six months!

Got back, straight to work on the jumper. I didn’t quite understand the last bit of the pattern (“work without shaping”?!) so I made it up and I’m happy. It looks like a proper jumper!

The 23rd of March.

Good day. I am wearing my jumper! So pleased with it. I have made a start on the next one but really only the very start – literally two rows.

This morning was fairly quiet – Amanda came round to pick up some Cats Protection money and stayed for a bit of chat and to invite us to her birthday shindig which was very kind of her.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to Resorts World to see A Wrinkle in Time, because for some reason Vue aren’t showing it, or at least not yet. I have been so excited for this film since the moment I heard of it – it was one of my favourite childhood books. I got it out today and it is battered in the way that a book that has been loved and re-read multiple times is. The pages are yellow and delicate, ready to fall out if encouraged in the slightest.

The film is stunning. Visually beautiful, the story brought to life in ways that could have been plucked from my imagination. Uriel is exceptional. Aunt Beast has been sacrificed but paid tribute to. I love that Meg doesn’t have to change to become the hero of her story, she just has to accept and believe that she is enough.

The 4th of March.

The thaw has begun, thank god. I would like to go out in the daytime this week, not covered in eight thousand layers.

No crochet that. This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch while I wrote up a blog post, and sorted out Mommy’s Mother’s Day card and present. I don’t think it’s been this close to her birthday before.

This afternoon, I made it my mission to finish Gnomon. And I have! I had just over two hundred pages to go, and I needed to get to the end. It’s incredibly current, and so complicated – I almost now need a digested version of it, or to listen to people cleverer thank me talk about it.

I went to sit with Mac, and we were watching Christine (the film about the news anchor, not the homicidal car), but then he did a poo and jumped on my lap with poo on his arms which was very upsetting, so I left.

Daddy is off this week, so we can go to the cinema and hopefully there will be NO CHILDREN.

The 5th of March.

Outside! Normal service has resumed. Here, anyway. Any remaining snow is in dirty, sludgy piles dotted around the streets.

This morning, I phoned Christine who does Andrew’s clinics, but they have not had any instructions from him yet, so no appointment can be made. I’m thinking he hasn’t had the report from the radiology team? I don’t know. I also tried to get hold of the booking coordinator for steroid injections, but had to leave a message. Sigh. And I had a chat with Laura from Free Radio to discuss the opt-out organ donation system consultation. Obviously I am in favour, but rates only really increase is it’s a hard opt-out system, meaning families don’t get a say.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Lady Bird. We weren’t quite the only ones there – three other people joined us. It is a lovely film – warm and funny and smart and sad. If made me want to hug Mommy when I got home. It took me back to fifteen and able-bodied, going to parties, getting high and listening to Dave Matthews Band. I miss that.