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The 2nd of February. 

It’s been a very busy day. As soon as we arrived at the QE, we bumped into John Higham from the dental hospital (there with a family member, not ill himself), and then Janet, who adopted Monica from us ages ago. She’s doing really well, climbing up onto their garage roof, yet when she was with us, she couldn’t even jump onto the windowsill. 

Andrew saw me super promptly, which was excellent. He showed me the pictures from the venogram, and it’s quite obvious that what he did should have worked. He doesn’t want to go back in immediately, which is understandable, and having looked at my arm, our first port of call is going to be a compression garment which he is trying to get organised as an emergency (it normally takes two weeks to get an appointment). I have to keep it elevated, and squeeze a stress ball a lot to encourage blood flow, and see him again in a couple of weeks, when we’ll talk about next steps if necessary. 

We were meeting Naomi for lunch, and there wasn’t time to go home and back again, so we went into town. I bought a new jumper with large sleeves to add to my current rotation and spent the book token I got for my birthday on Negroland by Margo Jefferson. 

We got to Strada first, and it was full of elderly people obviously going to something at Symphony Hall. When Naomi arrived, I gave her the bunny I made, and she was delighted. She was very interested to hear about my most recent Anthony Nolan trip and to talk about the charity – she’s learning more about how they work because she’s choreographing the new show being created about Kids Company that’ll be on at the Donmar in the Spring. Must go see it, it sounds like it’s going to be fascinating. 

I had pizza and a chocolate fondant, neither really worthy of photos but very tasty. She had to go at half two because she was seeing Love at the REP, and we came home where I have done very little except squeezed a stress ball. 

The 3rd of February.

Bleah, my cough is extra rubbish today. I can feel the gristle in my lower ribcage as the bones grind together. It’s really not very pleasant. 

This morning, I did the blog post I should have done yesterday, and I started taking some diuretics. We thought it was worth a try to get some of this fluid shifted, so today has also involved more peeing than is normal. Maybe they, along with the stress ball squeezing and arm elevation, will help the fluid. Heard nothing about the compression garment.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Sing. It was that or Hacksaw Ridge, and I thought I needed the light relief of singing animals. I was not prepared for the ten or so children who were there – at a two o’ clock screening on a weekday, there should not be loads of kids, no matter what the film. If they’re ill, they should be at home, if not, they should be at school. I had to shush them several times because their parents were not doing anything. 

Apart from the children, I did enjoy the film. Rosita is my favourite – I love her and her piggy power.

The 13th of January. 

Not so much crocheting today. Less time. After breakfast, I did a blog post, then I spent the rest of my morning assembling the monkey. One down, one to go!

Had lunch, then shortly after, Daddy and I went to see La La Land. Not the only ones in today, unfortunately, but the few chatty youths that were there did stop talking when the film started. 

I loved it, as expected. I have downloaded the soundtrack already. I shan’t express any opinions about what happens because I don’t want to spoil it for anyone. There is a scene which pretty much broke my heart because it reminded me so much of dates I went on as a teenager and I don’t think I’ll ever have that experience again. Bah. 

More news tonight about the crisis in the NHS. How the government can keep saying it’s okay is unfathomable. Saying that they’re giving the NHS more money, but it’s not as much as they say, and they refuse to put anything into social care so it doesn’t work. They say it’s better than last year’s winter but the truth is that the really cold winter hasn’t even come yet. I’m waiting for this venogram and have been told it’ll be in the next ten days or so, but I’m hoping with every fibre of my being that it’s not the 21st or 26th. However, if they do want to do it then, I really don’t know how I could ask for it to be changed. 

The 14th of January. 

Crocheting all done. Need another project. 

This morning, while watching Saturday Kitchen, I did the other arm and the tail of the bear, then assembled him. He currently is being straitjacketed by some elastic bands to hold his arms in or he will look a bit flail-y, but I’ll remove those before Monday morning. Also his eyes are liable to disappear into his head so I might need to warn James about that. Still very cute though. 

This afternoon has just been me and Netflix. I finished The OA – it’s great and I got very emotional at the end but I’m annoyed because it was ambiguous. I really hate ambiguity – I like everything to be wrapped up in neat packages. Not sure if a second season would be right though. 

The other thing I watched was the first episode of A Series of Unfortunate Events. It’s really good – they have kind of taken elements of the audiobooks and the film and made it their own (I hate that phrase). I wish they’d asked Stephin Merritt to do the title music, but that is my only criticism. Also I am intrigued by what they did at the end (no spoilers). 

The 5th of January. 

I had a really good sleep, although some weirdly complicated dreams. One involved Victoria Beckham being a dog with glorious pink hair. As you do. 

Decided to ring the dental hospital again because the ulcer on top of my tongue is making it difficult to eat stuff. Chewing is hard. Unfortunately, the usual receptionist (the very obliging David) wasn’t there and the guy today didn’t understand that I am special and they always squeeze me in. Then it turned out Mrs. Richards wasn’t even there, but John Higham was in this afternoon and he could fit me in because he is an angel. 

I did a blog post, then continued with the crocheting of the blanket. I also went to say hi to the kittens after they all mewed at me while I was in the bathroom, and I ended up getting damp jeans because I sat on a bit of blanket that they like to knead and suck on simultaneously (I know, it’s disgusting, but they think it’s like their mum). 

After lunch, we went up to the dental hospital and saw John, who looked at my tongue, and didn’t really want to give me another injection because it is just uncontrolled steroid into the bloodstream, once it leaves the tongue, so instead he’s prescribed this steroid paste stuff that I have to put on. I’ve been warned that it is gritty and gross but I’m sure I’ll cope. It can’t be worse than the sensation of vomiting up chunks of your own dead stomach tissue into your mouth. 

The 6th of January. 

My arm is stupidly, uncomfortably big. I can only just get a jacket on now. I really hope this venogram happens PDQ because I want to be able to wear clothes other than huge jumpers. 

This morning, I went out with Shaki to meet a new fosterer. We spent about an hour and a half there with her, her husband, occasional cat-sitter (who will also be a registered fosterer) and current cats. One was not at all interested in investigating us, but the other one was in my jacket, scarf, bag and Shaki’s skirt. She was wanting much petting. 

Once we’d gone through all the relevant information, we then made trips to Lee’s, Lydon’s and Pets at Home in search of the gastro food to tide our kittens over until they go on Sunday. 

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Rogue One (finally). We were the only ones in there which is always fun, and it meant that I wasn’t annoyed by anyone else. The film was alright – I was almost irritated that it didn’t then go into episode IV with the destruction of the Death Star, but it was enjoyable enough. I liked the sassy robot. 

This evening I’m trying the steroid paste for my mouth. It’s not so bad.

 

The 2nd of December. 

A decidedly less busy day. My body was still all awake last night so I didn’t sleep well, but I didn’t have to get up early so that was okay. 

This morning I got to have Buck’s Fizz marmalade on toast for breakfast, then I spent the rest of it writing about yesterday, which I still need to type up. I’ll do it after dinner tonight. 

I had to go and pick up a parcel from the sorting office, where there was a very long queue of people doing the same. Then on the way home, we went to Lee’s so Daddy could look at her kitchen light. I petted her kitties and Daddy took the lights apart. Unfortunately it was not a simple solution, and basically she needs a whole new fitting. 

We came home for lunch, then went to see Moana. It seemed like we were going to be the only ones there, then a family with three children under five came in and ruined it. The parents did try to keep them quiet so I didn’t get as annoyed as I might have. That film is really lovely (as is the short film at the beginning), and I only cried twice.

Daddy had collapsed the chair while we were watching the film, then when he put it back up, it hadn’t clicked into place so as I was driving out, it collapsed with me in it and I was so mad I didn’t speak to him for twenty minutes. He’s fixed it now. 

The 3rd of December. 

We had some plans today to go into town for a craft fair and some street food, but I woke up to a call from Shaki in a crisis. Jen had fallen and was in hospital with a broken collarbone, so someone needed to take her six six-week-old kittens while she was unable to look after them. 

Obviously I was only too happy to oblige. About an hour after talking to her, she was here with tiny balls of fluff and I fell in love. We don’t know what they’re called so I have named them ridiculous names – Derpy, Floofer, Boofer, Tiny Tim, Pretty Kitty and Kitty Purry (I know Katy Perry’s cat is called that bit she was the first one to purr so it seemed appropriate). 

So really, apart from eating and going out to buy the Christmas tree (not to put up yet, just to have before all that good ones go), I have not left the room with them in. They are just so CUTE, I have been sending photos to people all day. I could just sit and stare at them forever. 

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 10th of November. 

It’s been a weird day. Nobody knows what Trump is going to do. We’re already hearing a multitude of stories of racist and sexist acts committed by hideous people. I just hope that there are enough decent people who have the balls to stand up to the attackers. FUCK. 

This morning was a blog post and crochet. I could at least bear to watch topical television which is a step forward. Just got to call people out when it’s necessary. Adam Hills on The Last Leg yesterday was insisting that everything will probably be okay but his doing so is just indicative of his privilege. As much as I would like it to be true, now he is ignoring the very legitimate concerns of the people who are afraid. I wonder if people told the Jews when Hitler came to power that “everything’ll be okay”. 

After lunch, I went to the gym. Unfortunately, everything was really hard because I was really cough-y for some reason, so I only stayed for an hour and a bit. I don’t know why I felt so crappy – I don’t think I’m getting sick. Hopefully it’s just a bad day today and tomorrow I’ll be fine. Got things to do. 

The 11th of November. 

Today has been very, very busy. I had a strange dream that I was singing Hallelujah while in a supermarket and when I woke up, I found out that Leonard Cohen is dead. Bizarre. 

I spent my morning filling in the paperwork for tonight’s adoption and realised I don’t have an email address for the lady. I texted her granddaughter to ask what hers was but she doesn’t have one! A 19 year old who doesn’t have an email address! How can she exist? Anyway. I filled in all the rest, then Daddy took me to Sheila’s house to talk about being the homing officer. 

When I arrived, she showed me her two cats (both old, one completely blind, bless her) and I met the ones she’s fostering who are very unfriendly. Then we sat down for an hour or so and she went through what she does. I will just be taking on the homing of CP cats, she’ll still do the directs and the website, so it will not be a massively arduous task. 

When we were done, Daddy picked me up and we went to see Arrival. It’s really rather excellent. Amy Adams again. I really can’t say anything about what happens because the surprises are part of why it’s so good. I definitely recommend it. Enjoyment of sci-fi not a requirement. 

Tonight: adoption, then Nish!

The 4th of November. 

I have taken to watching It Takes Two instead of the news because the real world is so depressing and awful. I would rather escape into the glitter. I cannot wait for the 9th of November. I just hope America don’t sentence the world to nuclear war. 

I spent my morning being invisible in the living room as Ed the financial advisor was here. I don’t know why, I was not listening, I just nod along when these things are explained to me. I just sat and crocheted Xaver and wrote up a blog post (which I nearly forgot about again). 

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Nocturnal Animals. It is really an excellent piece of work. The opening is shocking and brilliant, I loved it. Jake Gyllenhaal still as splendid (and handsome) as always, Amy Adams is fantastic, especially when she’s not speaking. That sounds bad, but I just mean that she can express so much in her face, she doesn’t need to talk. Aaron Taylor-Johnson is absolutely horrible (in his character) and just yes, one of the best films I have seen in a long time. 

The 5th of November. 

Up way too early for a Saturday morning, but it was necessary if we wanted to be at the NEC for half past nine. Mommy, Becky, Alison and I went to the Crafts for Christmas/Cake International Show. When we arrived, people were queueing to get in, so I took my ticket and went to get a festive caffeinated beverage before braving the crowds. 

To be honest, the craft bit was not all that inspiring. I bought a couple of balls of wool, and a unicorn kit from Toft, where I had a very nice conversation with the girl who was working there. That was it, really. I spent the majority of my time in the cake show. The Brownie Bar were there, so I bought four from them (Rich Chocolate, Triple Chocolate, Nutella and Oreo), and later on I saw another place selling all sorts of things I would’ve happily feasted upon, but I settled on just a gingerbread man and a cookie (which are enormous). 

The best thing was the cake competition – frankly unbelievable. There was a Dobby made of cake, a life-size ballerina, loads of owls, a huge BFG holding Sophie, lots of animals and people, and the most amazing sugar flowers. 

Finally, I met back up with the others, and we came home to have lunch because it had been many hours since breakfast. This afternoon I had a lovely crafty time finishing Xaver (minus his baubles) and I finally got round to watching The Outcast Comic, the documentary about Andrew Lawrencce which was really interesting. Waiting to see what he does now.