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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 17th of April.

I was supposed to be out tonight but I decided against it; felt like more trouble than it was worth.

This morning, I put up a blog post, then went back upstairs to put gym clothes on and try on the jumper I finished yesterday. Doing it with a smaller hook has made it fit me just right – I’m glad I didn’t go half a millimetre less or I’d be in trouble.

After lunch, I went to the gym. Had a very productive session, and all the youths are back at school so not getting in my way. I had to keep giving people looks that conveyed “No, I haven’t been punched in the face, please don’t ask me any questions”. It ranges between purple and yellow at the moment.

Got home at about half four, and I was going to get changed, have dinner and we were going to go back out. However, from looking at Twitter, the recording tonight is massively oversubscribed so there’s no guarantee I’d get in, Steve isn’t working, then there’s the palaver of picking up Daddy from the airport before me. It all just felt like much hassle and I can’t be arsed so I am staying home and I’ll hear it when it goes out.

The 18th of April.

One day of sunshine and all the men take their shirts off. Seriously, it warms up even a little bit and we are forced to view all the torsos in the land.

I did not much fancy sunbathing. I had an appointment with Trine at eleven this morning, so I had to deal with all the necessary pain that comes with that. The right side of my lower back has been really bad so I could’ve let her work on that for the whole time, but my neck has its own troubles. Love the squeezy painful pressure and ice.

After lunch, I have binged on Scandal and crocheted. The other jumper again, but longer and hopefully not so itchy. I also rang the QE’s eye department, because someone there had got confused and cancelled my appointment with Dr. Barry in May and rescheduled it for July with Mr. Kolli. I can understand why, but I had to explain to them that I see two different doctors for different reasons within the same clinic. It’s complicated.

The 9th of December.

I have had a most productive day of crochet. Pretty much straight after breakfast, Mommy and Daddy went into town for very targeted shopping (as in, there was a list and they stuck to it). They were out until about half twelve, so I took the opportunity to work on Mommy’s Christmas present. I made some good progress on that, although as it grows, it does seem to go slower. I have to be careful to not lose focus or one wrong stitch can really fuck it up.

I got it put away before they returned, and they had brought me a German market pretzel! Joy. I warmed it up and enjoyed its excessive saltiness, before getting to work on a different crochet present this afternoon. Not such festive viewing today – I started watching The Sinner on Netflix while waiting for Ann and Tom to come and visit the kittens, then I watched the second episode after they left.

I’m doing very well on the afternoon crochet, on my third ball of wool of five, so I should be able to finish it in a day or so, if I do some solid work.

The 10th of December.

Finished! No distractions today – nobody has been anywhere because of the snow. It has barely stopped, although the heaviness of the flurries has been varied.

I didn’t have a great start to the day, because my advent calendar coffee was disgusting. It happened once last year, when the tasting notes were strawberries and cream. Today, it was apricot. I made Mommy taste it and she agreed it was gross, and made me a normal one.

I have spent the day as planned – purely crocheting. I finished what I was working on yesterday after working solidly until about half past three. I’m very pleased with what I’ve done, especially since it required techniques that I’ve not really done before. Well done me. Then I started on another thing, which is a potential present but it depends how it comes out.

I think I have decided upon a wrapping theme, but I’ll need to go shopping to see if it’s available.

 

The 1st of December.

Food show day! So I got home last night about eleven, didn’t get to sleep for ages, and was up early at seven. Bleah. I’m having Zopiclone tonight.

We were at Grandma’s for 9 and it was freezing. I had to put a blanket over my legs for the car journey. When we arrived, I went straight to Starbucks for a peppermint mocha, then I got a programme and worked out where I wanted to go. Mainly cake-based stalls.

I bought three brownies – one from Gower Cottage, two from The Brownie Bar (triple chocolate and Nutella), a slice of chocolate rainbow cake from a coffee stand, a box of drinking fudge and a slice of salted caramel fudge from Fudge Kitchen, and some filter papers for my advent calendar. Then I was done! So I had to kill time until Mommy and Grandma were done, which I did by watching cooking demos and reading a book on my phone. I caught up with them for lunch (wild boar burger), then we came home.

I got to finally open my advent calendars! First coffee in my Christmas mug and biscuit. Super tasty. Then this afternoon has been lots of planning, and Ann and Tom came to visit the kittens again.

So tired. 

The 2nd of December.

Today has been exasperating and tedious. I had planned to spend my day doing loads of crochet, but very little has happened at all.

It was all because my phone kept crashing whenever I tried to use it, which was obviously infuriating. After trying the basic resetting, to no avail, I thought I was going to have to spend the day at the computer trying to back it up. So I put my diary (so I could type up a blog post), some crochet and some other bits and pieces in a bag and took it upstairs for the slog.

After having it plugged in for over an hour and the progress bar not moving while I typed, I gave up on that. I managed to somehow score a Genius Bar appointment at half three, so I then sat on my bedroom floor and plugged it into the wall while I tried to back it up over the WiFi. It actually got to about halfway, and part of me wanted sack off the Apple Store but thought I ought to go and get it checked out. If they told me to go away, back it up and come back that was fine, I just wanted to know how to resolve the issue.

Town was horrific, as expected on a Saturday afternoon, and I hated everyone, meandering aimlessly in my way. Still, got to the Apple Store, waited for twenty minutes, to find that many people have had this problem today! It’s Apple’s fault – they did something that made lots of phones crash and the way to fix it was a software update. Because I hadn’t had a notification, I didn’t check for an update. Boy, did I feel like a willy. So the chap who was looking after me sat there and we waited for the update to happen while talking about security. Riveting.

Now I am home, all is sorted, and my back kills.

The 15th of November.

Oooh I am very tired this evening. I think it is a caffeine crash, after having two flat whites with Vicky this afternoon.

Quiet morning – wrote up a blog post, and used a different brand of dexamethasone eye drops (the ones that came from the GP instead of hospital) only to find that there is preservative in them and it was really bloody painful. This is why I don’t go to the GP about things.

After lunch, I met up with Vicky at 200 degrees in town for coffee, cake and chat. I pretty much had a massive moan about all the things wrong with my body – my eyes, my arm, my lungs, my gynaecological issues. Mostly minor things but they all add up. And she offloaded about shit she is dealing with, then we talked about nice things like hanging out with Joe last night and stuff we have been watching on Netflix (mainly Stranger Things). We also enjoyed a funny coincidence of a chap at the table next to us mentioning Joe, so I sort of interrupted (in a polite way) and it turned out he was Joe’s friend Paul who is fairly pivotal to the show! What a small world.

The 16th of November.

Assembly day.

This morning was quiet – finished crocheting the remaining parts of the current project while I watched the new episode of Riverdale. Washed my hair. I suppose that is all.

After lunch, I put together the first little fellow, then didn’t have time to do any more before Ann and Tom arrived to see the kittens again. We’ve been letting them out to run around so this time they scampered up and down the room, gamboling and fighting.

Once they’d left, I put some shoes on and we had to get going to Hallfield for an OHS committee meeting and the AGM. Roshan, the GP in the group, arrived at the same time as me, and we hovered outside, ringing the bell until we were let in. Then we hung around until the Richards and Aman came out of the Head’s office so we could start the meeting. Although, first Richard (the Head) wanted to show me how he’s redecorated – he has got some very comfortable Chesterfields! Probably not conducive to a meeting though.

Speaking of which, it was pretty short and sweet, and now I’m the vice-chairman. Yeah.

The 8th of July.

Oh I have had such a nice day. This morning was kind of soft and quiet; pootled about in my pyjamas, had my coffee, petted the floofs (Bree is getting better at tolerating it), then went back upstairs to get dressed for coffee and cake with Vicky this afternoon. 

She was actually early (really she had no excuse to be late because 200° is pretty much next door to where she lives) so when I got there, she had already got a cosy table. I had vouchers for free coffees so I got us both nitros and a slice of chocolate and banana loaf, then she purchased a sandwich which had peaches in but was apparently enjoyable!

We just had a lovely couple of hours, eating and talking about all the things – the saga of my arm, Glastonbury, HER ENGAGEMENT 😍, my lack of love life (she is going to do some matchmaking), Pride, politics. I do love her. If cancer has given me anything, it is some really fucking great friends. 

Since getting home, I have done much writing about yesterday and today. Tomorrow morning will involve lots of typing. 

The 9th of July. 

Just counting down the days until Wednesday. Please, please work. 

I slept really badly, for no apparent reason. Spent my morning doing the blog posts that were due with Sunday Brunch on in the background. Had lunch late because Mommy and Daddy were emptying Sadie’s garage of all of Christine’s crap, then spent an hour in my bedroom with a  podcast, checking my new jumper fit (it does). 

Back downstairs, we had to shut the cats in the bathroom while a mattress got added to their setup, and they did not like that, so then I sat with them (once they had been set free) and watched some Orphan Black. Halfway through season 3 now. No Wimbledon today; Anniversary games instead. Mommy has been shouting at the tv. 

Got to ring a CNS in the morning because not all the bloods that needed to be done haven’t been, so I suspect I’ll need to go back to clinic so they have all the information on Wednesday. I remember Neil saying what tests I needed and they had all the forms so I suspect the labs have fucked up.

 

The 2nd of July. 

Opposite of the past couple of days. So quiet. I almost went back to sleep when my alarm went off, but I forced myself out of bed. When making my coffee, I think I could have made it pretty again, but I ran out of space in the cup. Try again tomorrow. I wrote up a blog post while watching Sunday Brunch, then I went through a couple of Mommy’s food magazines, marking the recipes I want to eat. One of them was mainly full of Italian dishes, e.g. pasta and tomatoes, so that was essentially thrown away. Not for me. 

This afternoon, I resisted the urge to nap after lunch, then went to sit with the kittens and watch Orphan Black. Remembered that they need to starve before their chipping and neutering tomorrow, but they keep trying to feed from Betty. I don’t know how much they’re getting, but we can’t let them do that tonight, so we’ve put the cage back up. Back in there, just for one night. 

Early start tomorrow. Got to get them to Lydon’s by half eight. Betty will be delighted to have the day to herself. 

The 3rd of July. 

Yawning. Up early to get dressed and get the kittens into the carrier so we could get them to the vet for them to be neutered and chipped. Thankfully, herding them was pretty easy, then we just had to wait ages at Lydon’s for them to be checked in. They all got paper collars with their names on, so no trouble telling who is who. 

Back home, had coffee, made sure Betty was okay, then sat and did some crocheting while watching Victoria Derbyshire, then the start of Wimbledon! I have grown to enjoy it very much. Plus, everybody I wanted to win today has done so. 

After lunch, Mommy went to Grandma’s, and I listened to the new episode of My Dad Wrote A Porno. I think today’s was the best/worst of this series. So funny but so upsetting. She got back shortly after 3, so I hopped into the car and we went to pick up the floofers. They were all fine, and had piled themselves up at one end of the carrier, bless them. I went to snip their collars off, and found that three had got stuck to their floof, so they had to have a tiny trim. They all need a brush anyway, so hopefully once I’ve done that, it won’t be noticeable.