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The 3rd of April.

I am making up for the less-than-chocolatey weekend today. I feel like Üter from The Simpsons (“Don’t make me run, I’m full of chocolate!”).

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then I ate a chunk of my Dairy Milk egg while we watched people fling drinks on Sunday night’s TOWIE. Then it was time for Christine to get to the station to go back to Twickenham, so I put on the first episode of the new season of A Series of Unfortunate Events, The Austere Academy. Neil Patrick Harris still absolutely perfect.

After lunch, Mommy went to Grandma’s, and I made the remaining legs and tail of the sausage dog while catching up on some TiVo recordings. Upon her return, we watched Marcella and I finished my egg. I still have a second Lindt bunny and the whole Lindt egg to eat. I feel like it’s almost a chore to get through them, but it’s one that I enjoy.

The sausage dog is now assembled, and I have a little pack ready to go!

The 4th of April.

Well, the weather today is absolutely hideous. Absolute pissing rain which has caught me once, and I am just hoping I escape it this evening.

Had a quiet morning, taking photos of the group of dogs I’ve made for Nish, Suzi, Sara, Josh, James and Felicity as thank yous for doing my gig. I want to say they’re very good boys but the sausage dogs, the poodle and the boxer are girls (according to the book). Then I watched some of the Commonwealth Games opening ceremony which was rather good, unfortunately. That means we’ll have to do something quite special when they come to Birmingham.

After lunch, I went to the gym to burn off some of the vast amounts of chocolate recently consumed. So many youths in there today, one of whom had doused himself liberally in body spray which my lungs did not appreciate. Thankfully I did not choke but I wasn’t far off.

When I finished, I whizzed back to the car at the highest speed that was safe, shielding myself from the rain with my brolly. Tonight I’m at The Glee seeing Ellie Taylor and I do not want to get wet.

The 1st of March.

I’m almost ashamed to say I haven’t actually opened either of my Easter eggs yet. I just haven’t had the space/time. I only had the Lindt one to begin with (Alison brought a Dairy Milk one round later), but if I’d started it between breakfast and lunch, I wouldn’t have any room in my stomach for the meal. Even now, at six o’clock, I’m still quite full from said lunch, so I really don’t fancy stretching myself. How very adult of me.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then got back to my jumper sleeve. Lucky for me, lunch was late, so I got to the end of the seam in time for food.

We finished about four, and since then we have been watching the Nadiya series of Bake Off on Netflix which is so pure and lovely. I do miss Mel and Sue ever so much. I’ve sewn up the sides of the jumper, attached the sleeves, and done the edging of the neckline. Just the hem to do now, then we’ll see where we are.

The 2nd of March.

I have eaten some chocolate!

Not this morning, because for some reason, after my coffee, my stomach decided to be super painful. Therefore, I spent the whole morning with one of those microwaveable heat packs on my belly, squishing it in with my knees. I tried to start the all-brown sausage dog, but it was too sore for me to even do that.

By lunchtime, it seemed to have abated enough for me to want to eat something, so I had a slice of toast and that seemed okay.

This afternoon, I had a hairwash, then I put on the new crochet jumper which I finished last night! It looks good, and thank god I made the sleeves longer because they would have been way too short.

However, the wool is quite itchy, so I think I’ll have to wear a long-sleeved thermal underneath.

Back downstairs, Christine and I watched My Neighbour Totoro (which I had forgotten has some really weird bits) and I ate one of my Lindt bunnies. Hooray!

 

The 30th of March.

Today has been rather productive, just not in the way I had planned.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then got back to work on the second jumper sleeve while watching the terrible Good Friday film offerings on the tv.

After lunch, I had planned on going to the gym. However, I got there and everything seemed suspiciously quiet, so I had a quick look on their website and yes, because it is a council-run facility, it is closed on Good Friday. C’est la vie.

So Mommy dropped me back off at home, and I returned to my crochet. I put on Scandal, and hammered my way through the whole first season (there are only seven episodes so it’s not hard). I finished the sleeve as I got to the end of the penultimate episode, then watched the last one while I got changed, because tonight we’re having family Easter dinner at Waters.

The 31st of March.

Well, my day has not entirely gone to plan, but hey, where’s the fun in that?

I wasn’t sure if I was meeting Selina (she was having a root canal this morning) or if I was going to the gym, so I stayed in my pyjamas all morning. I did a little bit of crochet while we watched the new neighbours move in because we’re creeps.

She texted me about noon and bless her, it had not gone well, so I put my gym clothes on. Had lunch, and I attempted my second gym trip of the Easter weekend.

When I got there, I sorted out my membership, because today was the last day of my free trial. Inside, I was displeased to see some youths, but that will be par for the course for the Easter holidays, I suppose. I did some work downstairs, fending off questions about how I was going to get upstairs from an instructor who hasn’t seen me before. When I got up there, I’d just started my first machine when I noticed everyone leaving. I took my headphones off, and I realised the fire alarm was going off. Evacuation time! Thankfully my chair was on the way out so I had something to sit in outside. I checked my watch and I’d burned 400 calories and that’s enough, so I got my ride home, back to my crochet.

 

 

The 19th of April.

So the shaved kitty is not so shaved. Only a few bits had to be done, so we actually have a rather large, incredibly floofy cat who needs a lot of grooming but he is super friendly and seems to enjoy being brushed so I’m confident that won’t be a problem. Plus he’s got zero health problems which is a bonus so hopefully we can find someone who wants an older cat!

A much less news-heavy day. This morning I had a chiro appointment, so I got my back stretched out and a few bits crunched here and there. I was much better than last time, presumably because I haven’t been having to use quite so much oxygen, so my muscles are behaving a bit more normally.

When we got back, Christine and I watched the new episodes of iZombie and Pretty Little Liars, still batshit as ever. Will we get all the answers in the next ten weeks? We can but hope. By the time it finishes, the election will be over!

Christine had to leave to get her train home, but when she got to New Street, she discovered there were no trains to Euston! She was okay though, she was allowed to get a different train to Reading, then get another one home from there.

Shaki arrived just after six with Sam the floof. He is gorgeous and I can’t bear the thought of him sleeping under a pile of leaves. People are awful.

The 20th of April.

I am covered in floof. He is lovely but I need industrial-strength sticky tape to de-fluff.

This morning I was at the QE for pre-venoplasty bloods. That was easily done – I went to haematology clinic and they bled me very quickly, then we went across the link bridge to the “new” hospital. I’d taken in the bear I made for Jenny’s baby, but she wasn’t in. Cody was though, so we went to check if she’d be there on Monday (she will), and we saw the doctors on their round. They seemed happy to see me being well, and Ben complimented me on my boots. He obviously has good taste. Then we went to ambulatory care to check what time I need to turn up on Monday. However, they couldn’t find me on their list. This was a little alarming, so I rang Tracy. We don’t know why I’m not on their list, but I definitely have a bed, I just need to arrive at twelve and it should be fine.

Dean was coming up to go to Heartlands for a pre-op, and I’d said we’d give him and Adam a lift there. We weren’t far away and it was nice to see him with neither of us feeling ghastly.

We dropped them off, then came home for lunch. Mommy then went to Grandma’s, and I watched The Magicians before going to see Sam, and I gave him a very good groom while we watched the first two episodes of Riverdale. Oh how I miss the days when my only worries were boys and girls and homework.

The 15th of April.

Busy day! I am tired. I had to get up earlier than usual to make sure I was fully breakfasted and ready for the family who were coming to view Spike at half past ten. We decided it would be best if Mommy answered the door and I was already sat with Spike, so he was nice and calm when they came in, and I didn’t freak out the children with oxygen. The mum and older son came in, and Spike decided to hide to begin with, but he started to be a bit more forthcoming after a little while. He returned to his hiding place when we were joined by the rest of the family, but that’s only to be expected. After about an hour, he was out and happily playing so I’m pretty sure he’ll be fine. Just waiting now to hear when they want to pick him up!

Shaki came round briefly to drop off some paperwork and see Spike, and we had a chat about Cats Protection logistics. It is complicated.

I got some crochet done this afternoon, while Mommy was at Grandma’s and Daddy had gone to pick up Christine. I also got to watch one and a half episodes of the new season of iZombie which I didn’t know had started, so that was a pleasant surprise. Now the doily is finished, and Christine is home! Plus she has brought me loads of coffee, yum.

The 16th of April.

Happy chocolate day!

I have literally only just broken into my egg, although I only ate the medium sized bunny in the box, not the egg itself. I am fairly certain that my stomach just doesn’t stretch, so it is going to take me ages to eat the whole thing. For breakfast, I had one of the M&S toffee, fudge and chocolate hot cross buns with brownie butter and that kept me full up until lunchtime, which wasn’t until quarter to three. It wasn’t meant to be that late, but there were issues with the pastry in the tarte au citron we were having for pudding.

Grandma came for the day, and Becky and Alison came round to say thanks for looking after their respective cats and receive their Easter eggs. Spike was very antisocial and hid under the chair for most of the time they were here. Silly cat. I went to see him after lunch though, and he came and sat on me very happily, purring away. I don’t understand, but as long as I’m still his favourite, I don’t mind.

For all the time I was not eating, I have been crocheting a bear for Jenny’s baby. I’ve actually made the whole thing except the face, so I’ve been incredibly productive.

Two weeks down, one to go. 

The 27th of March. 

I need a lie down. So full of chocolate. 

Usually I hate the clocks going forward, losing an hour of sleep, despite it meaning we’re just reverting to the way things were before. However, I was quite happy to wake up early because I had been having a very distressing dream that I won’t go into the details of but I’ll just say that I was being held captive by an extremely unpleasant man. 

This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch while I blogged, and successfully resisted the call of the two Cadbury eggs with my name on. Well, there’s one now. 

Grandma came for lunch, which was lamb. It was supposed to be venison but tradition won. Can’t say I wasn’t disappointed. Then everyone had lemon meringue pie except me because I am not a fan – I had lemon drizzle cake. So at least I stuck with the theme.

After food, I went to sit with Monica and we watched Olympus Has Fallen. That is one bloody film. I mean a serious amount of death. Even more than Deadpool. I also found it concerning that no one in the White House changed security codes in 18 months. 

Now, back to reading The Truth About The Harry Quebert Affair, and stretching out my excessively full-of-chocolate stomach. 

The 28th of March. 

Finally, I got a decent sleep. No scary dreams, no waking up super early, just a lovely lie-in (well, until half past nine).

Instead of all the stuff I usually watch, we relied on recorded shows on the TiVo box. Thank the Lord for Marvel Mondays. Nothing particularly dramatic in today’s episodes though.

I have nothing of much interest or excitement to say. I decided to do some more crocheting, so I finished the schoolgirl dress, and I made two socks. They’re so small and fiddly, I couldn’t do the shoes too. My eyes can only work so hard for so long. 

When I’d completed the second sock, I went to see Monica and ended up getting to the end of Pretty Little Liars and I don’t know if I am done with it or even more intrigued. Monica tried to play with my necklace, and when I took it off her, she sunk one of her claws into my finger. Now sporting a plaster. We need to clip her claws but I think it might be a team effort. Those little daggers are dangerous. 

The 23rd of March. 

Most of me aches less than yesterday, but my arms are much worse after my jabs this morning. The GP’s was nice and quiet, no one coughing at me, and I was called through quickly (as I expected, it was only twenty past nine, not much time for them to be running late). We did then however have to sit there for ages while the nurse rang people at the QE because she had a query about the order of the vaccines. She was eventually told to just do it the way it said on the protocol. Pah. Three injections today; one in my left arm, two in my right. Both hurt a lot. I’m not sure how easy sleeping is going to be. 

This afternoon was Hallfield’s Easter service, where I was reading The Resurrection. I got there half an hour before it was due to start and panicked because I couldn’t find Roger who had my reading, but a teacher I grabbed was able to help me and it was all fine. I sat near the front with the parents of the children in the choir (who were SO GOOD, I was so impressed with their harmonies) and when it was my turn, I climbed up to the lectern and read my passage, trying not to go too fast, and to enunciate. I realised afterwards that I hadn’t looked at the audience really at all, so I need to work on that for AN talks. 

It’s 14 years since I was last in that church. That doesn’t seem possible. 

The 24th of March. 

Another early morning, although I had half an hour more sleep than yesterday. Shaki came to pick me and Monica up at half nine, although it took us a little while to get her into the carrier. She did sad mews all the way to the vet. Once there, she was very good; she let the vet weigh and jab her, then she slinked around on the floor, looking very suspicious. We talked about the kind of home she needs, and came to the conclusion that she needs to be an indoor cat. This was reinforced by that kitty we saw on the way out with an RSPCA lady – he’d been hit by a car and was frozen in shock. I have never seen anything like it. 

I left Monica alone when we got back, because she was sulking and I had a blog post to do. I went to see her when I had finished and she forgave me. 

Christine came home today for Easter, and when she arrived, I took her to meet Monica, who immediately became her friend. Such a friendly kitty. We only had an hour at home before going out again, so it was a brief hug. We went to eat at Ed’s Diner before Jeffery Deaver, which meant burgers all round. I became friends with a baby in the next table, who looked just like Herbie and liked to wave. I am the baby whisperer. 

Jeffery was great, as always. This time, he talked about how to write, why he writes, famous rejection. He made me want to write the book everyone keeps telling me to put together. I still don’t know. In the signing, he didn’t recognise me because I was standing and had cheekbones, but when I reminded him, he seemed delighted by how well I look. The difference steroids can make!