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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.

The 22nd of February.

Today has been most boring and not particularly fruitful. Plus I am in quite a serious amount of pain. Not only have I been sitting badly at the computer all day so my back is dreadful, but I accidentally stabbed myself in the thigh with my crochet scissors which are incredibly sharp. I felt them go in and immediately screamed FUCK, then ran into my bedroom, grabbed a dressing from my drawer and stuck it on, putting as much pressure on it as possible. It hasn’t bled too much, but it’s pretty fucking sore.

So yes, at the computer. I hate to admit it but I keep being ready to clear things, then I find another job that needs doing first. That was backing up videos I’ve got of gigs that I’m not certain have been saved elsewhere and that has taken hours. I have finished season 4 of The Blacklist, and have deleted up to 2016. 2018 is the big beast – it’s where all the reborn photos live so that’s over 40,000 photos and I am not looking forward to it.

I got the money from Union Chapel! And our grand total is just over £14k! Amazing.

The 23rd of February.

Today has been half boring and half joyous. First half boring, because I was sat at the computer again. I can pretty much guarantee that is how I’ll spend my weekend too. Deleting, deleting. So tedious. I’ve got to halfway through 2017 now. Very close to the stupidly large 2018 folder that is a huge mess. Then I have to sort out what photos actually belong in this year. Ugh.

Came back downstairs for lunch, then Daddy and I went to see Black Panther! I couldn’t book the tickets beforehand because Vue have altered their system so you can’t get a carer ticket online for Gold Class. I don’t think it’s on purpose, because we could get them fine in the cinema – the website just needs fixing.

It is SO GOOD. Not just the acting, the story, the characters, but the set is fantastic, it is lit beautifully, the sound is used exquisitely, even taken away when the moment is right. It has all been thought through so carefully. I can’t imagine how it must feel for black people everywhere to see themselves and their culture represented so wonderfully. Maybe if I saw disabled actors playing characters unrelated to their impairment. Anyway. Wakanda forever.


The 16th of February.

Another day of much the same. I seem to have come to the conclusion, unconsciously, that the best plan is to systematically put everything I’ll want in future into my Dropbox, so they’re safe, then delete pretty much everything from the iCloud and start again. It’s really boring and slow, but at the moment it’s the only way I can see to do it. I’ve also discovered that the 20,000 photos I deleted from the Photos app are not deleted from the website version of iCloud, which doesn’t make any sense. I think I need to have a webchat with someone, but I’m going to leave that until Monday. Going to the cinema tomorrow and I don’t want to start something I can’t finish.

Read a little bit more Gnomon, but it’s been mainly Altered Carbon today. I keep spotting people I recognise – I realised the main actor is Holder from The Killing (the shit American version), and I’ve seen Val from Riverdale, Cam from Bones and Jiaying from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Curse you, iCloud. 

The 17th of February.

Day off from all the computer business. I can’t keep doing that to my back; needs a rest.

So, this morning I finally put up the two late blog posts, and spent some time petting and chatting with Mac. He gets a bit sad when he’s alone, poor thing. Will have to find him an owner who has time to hang out with him.

After lunch, I started work on Flick’s poodle, but didn’t get very far before Daddy and I had to go out to the cinema. We were seeing The Shape of Water but not at Vue because for some reason they aren’t showing it, so went to Resorts World. Some bizarre people had a go at Daddy when he pulled into the car park for reasons we didn’t really understand, and they called him Granddad which was silly because that isn’t happening any time in the foreseeable future.

Thankfully we did not encounter them again, and the film is every bit as good as everyone says. Except the few upsetting parts but one has to expect that from a Guillermo del Toro film. I’m so glad that budget constraints meant they couldn’t shoot it in black and white because the colour theme is so beautiful. Also, somebody write a script for Octavia Spencer as lead so she can get the Oscar she deserves.

The 19th of January.

Kittens are gone! I am sad, but they’re going to a happy new home and the adopters have promised to send us photos of them in their new burger beds.

A much better night, no wind to wake me up. I spent the morning writing up a blog post, and sending a couple of Anthony Nolan emails. I also managed to spill my coffee in the kitten room and all over the table in the living room, staining it, because I am a dickhead.

After lunch, I started working on a crocheted bunny, and I filled in all the paperwork for the adoption this afternoon. They arrived quite promptly, having apparently been counting down the days. We got Autumn in the carrier first (although she escaped on our initial attempt), then we nearly got Ava but she wriggled out of Mommy’s hands. Amber did not get away, so we popped her in, and finally we lulled Ava into a false sense of security before giving her a big hug and putting her in the carrier with her sisters.

I am going to miss them, but they’ll be fine. We’ll get some new ones!

The 20th of January.

Birthday eve!

I didn’t have a great night; I kept waking up because I was cold, and I had a dream someone was trying to molest me. Not pleasant.

Amanda (Cats Protection treasurer and adopter of Harvey and Hugo) came round this morning to collect a bunch of cheques and adoption paperwork, and gave us an update on how they are. They have apparently become enormous. I do hate it when they grow up. Much prefer the tiny cats. Then I did some crocheting of the bunny I am making, so now it has a head, a body and part of an ear.

After lunch (which included a cinnamon swirl for the first time in ages because the boy who normally works in the M&S Bakery and can’t do them wasn’t there this week), Daddy and I went to see Three Billboards Outside Ebbing, Missouri. We would have seen in last weekend, but the timings were no good. Thankfully, it was still on and at a convenient time so today was our day. I had to spend the first half of the film breathing through my scarf because the man in front of us had some sort of strong cologne on which assaulted my throat, so I needed a filter if I was going to not cough constantly. It’s such a good film – I kept seeing tweets saying how great it was and Christine saw it ages ago so I’m glad we got the chance. I laughed, I cried. Frances McDormand is excellent. It probably won’t be in cinemas much longer but if you get the chance you should see it.

We got home at six, and had about fifteen minutes before we went back out to Nosh & Quaff for my birthday dinner. I had a mimosa (in the drinks menu they say you can have an orange bellini but if you order that, they get confused), then some mac’n’cheese bites to start. They were delicious, although the cheese inside was very hot so I cut them all open to let the steam escape. There was a bit of a wait for the main courses, and I had ordered the Double Dutch chicken waffle. However, I took one bite and realised I was in trouble. In the menu, they do not mention that the coating the chicken is covered in is spicy as fuck and my mouth could not tolerate it at all. So much pain. So when the waiter came over to ask if everything was okay I was like “I have a problem”. He was very nice about it and brought me another menu after taking away the offending meal. I thought the hot dog sounded okay and he said yes that had no spice and he was correct. Just a good hot dog in a soft bun and no pain to endure. In all, I would call it a success, and would go back, but would check exactly how each dish is seasoned before ordering.

Tomorrow I will be 27 and it feels like a big deal.

The 13th of January.

I was feeling frustrated at myself, because I had to completely unravel the bear I’ve been making because I was going to run out of wool if I continued with the hook I’ve been using. Start again! However, Singin’ in the Rain is on and it never fails to cheer me up.

I was also annoyed because Daddy and I went to see Coco, but my experience was marred by the man behind us constantly talking to his son. Talking in cinemas should be illegal.

When they weren’t blathering on, I very much enjoyed it. It’s so colourful and well told, and for once I didn’t sob so I might be able to watch it again. The songs aren’t great though. Not a patch on Moana.

Not much headache to speak of this morning, which was good because we had to be up early for eye clinic at ten to ten. It turns out that the pressures in my eyes have gone up, so I’m starting a new drop to combat that. I’m to try to bring my dexamethasone use down to twice a day, then switch to prednisolone and get that to twice a day. Every time I’ve done it in the past it’s resulted in pain but hey, I’m a trier.

The 14th of January.

It occurred to me this morning that next Sunday is my birthday and I really haven’t thought about it at all. Got no plans, haven’t asked for anything. Not my usual self at all. I suppose I have just had too much other stuff on my mind!

Today it was back to being productive. This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch and restarted the bear. Over the course of the show, I finished the head, although even with a much smaller hook, it used more wool than I expected it to.

After lunch, I had to sit in silence so I could finish writing my blog post for Anthony Nolan. I took a break to watch an episode of The Biggest Loser with Mommy while she was not at hospital with Grandma, then I went to sit with the kittens and write some more. However, they weren’t keen on sitting still, and then I choked on some of my water which was terrifying for them and for me, so I returned to the living room where I got to the end. It’s a little bit longer than they asked for, so I’ll ask Mommy to proofread it, see if any of it needs cutting, then send it to Lucy.

The 28th of December.

Well I have been awake since 6am which is not ideal. I was doing fine, having a lovely sleep, then my body realised it was freezing and decided we needed to experience this. To make it worse, the heating didn’t really seem to kick in until about lunchtime so I felt like a little block of ice. I couldn’t even put my cosy clothes on because Shaki was bringing new kittens this morning and they would ruin them with their claws.

She arrived just before twelve, and stayed for about three quarters of an hour introducing us and catching up. We’ve got three black and white girls; Autumn, Amber and Ava. They’re all quite different so we’ll have no trouble telling them apart, thankfully. Twelve weeks old, but small. And so cute. Particularly Amber, who has long hair. She is also the only one that hisses. I have got purrs out of Autumn already, so she doesn’t look like she’ll be much trouble. They’re all very soft.

Daddy sat with them this afternoon, while I crocheted. I was wrong about the shawl – still not finished. Oh well.

The 29th of December.

Much better sleep. I woke up at six, but fell back to sleep and we surprised by my alarm when it went off at nine so that was pleasant.

I’m still crocheting this flipping shawl (just carrying on until I run out of wool) so I did that for most of the morning. Still not finished. I also went to say good morning to the new floofs. They don’t retreat quite so much as they first did.

We have to be with them while they eat, so I sat and watched the shortest episode of Black Mirror, Metalhead. From looking at reviews afterwards, it seems that is the least good one, so I’m quite pleased because it means they can only get better.

This afternoon, we had a family cinema trip to see The Greatest Showman. I’ll be honest, it wasn’t as good as I expected. However, I love the songs, and I had a small cry during This Is Me because it makes me think of Dean. I do miss him ever such a lot. Adam sent me a Christmas card which arrived the other day and it was really beautiful.

The 23rd of December.

Merry Christmas Eve Eve!

I woke up just after six which was frustrating but what can you do? I just listened to the radio until the heating kicked in.

My day has been very monotonous, but enjoyable. I have sat in the glow of the tree lights, watching films on the tv, crocheting a shawl. This morning was The Boxtrolls (which Christine had not seen before), and Daddy left foot Wales to bring Taid here for Christmas. Mommy went to Grandma’s for their Christmas fayre, and was gone for most of the day.

Christine and I had our lunch (fucking hell, standing up just for the time it takes to make a sandwich was torturous – have to chase Dr. Blaney in January), then she went for a walk. When she returned, we watched Hidden Figures, which has not long finished.

I’m writing early because this evening I’m going to The Electric with Becky to sing along to the Muppets Christmas Carol, as is tradition. I’m very excited. It is the summer of the soul in December.

The 24th of December.

Merry Christmas Eve!

Everything is right. I had a proper sleep – actually woke up at a normal time so I have not needed extra coffee today.

It has been a very similar day to yesterday, for me. Sat in armchair, watched tv, crocheted. I did have a break early afternoon because I had to wrap Grandma’s final present (it only got bought after I’d done all my other wrapping) and that was the only time the table was available.

I just cherish every moment at home this time of year. After three Christmases in a row as an inpatient, and nearly being back in last year, I am always so grateful to be here. To wake up in my own bed, sit in front of the fire, be with people I love for the whole day, not just the hours allowed. I remember in 2007 all presents had to be sterile, and in 2008 I remember being woken for an ultrasound on my new liver, Becky and Alison arriving with a bag of satsumas for me to suck the juice from (I couldn’t digest the flesh) and feeling so sick at the smell of Mommy’s dinner, I had to send her to the bathroom to eat it. In 2009, I was itching like crazy from the shingles, and so breathless I couldn’t walk across my cubicle.

Those should not be Christmas memories. This is why I appreciate home.