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The 16th of June.

Three hours of sleep. Street noise, bin lorries, club music unbelievable. Drop off about four. Up at seven. Pad about, make disgusting scummy tea. Refuse hotel breakfast, insist we go on family trip to Hjem for delightful Danish pastries and granola and really good coffee. Feel better. Go to V&A to meet Christine. She and Daddy go to Ocean Liners, Mommy to fashion, I go to miniature portraits, except the wrong way via household objects. Finally get to tiny pictures, just reach the end when Auntie Hilary texts me to say she and Jeremy are here. I sweep round jewellery, marvelling at the sparkly things, go to find family. Go to restaurant, and spend three hours eating and catching up on life in detail. Have to leave at three to get back to Euston for train home. Big hugs. Taxi to station. Buy fruity drink and magazines. Get put in least favourite wheelchair position. Train stops at Rugby because of suicide. Everyone gets off and we wait for ramp. Then train is allowed to go to Coventry; we go alone. Alight at Coventry, find ourselves stuck. Wait for coach. For some reason, no coaches will go to Birmingham so after 40 minutes we are put in a taxi. Driver gets lost trying to find New Street station so we end up getting out in Chinatown. Daddy goes to get the car from the NIA car park, Mommy and I go to the station to get food from M&S, wait for Daddy. He picks us up, we drive home, get here just after eight, two hours late. Pain indescribable. Cushions feel like clouds. I eat crumpets. I take Zopiclone. I collapse.

The 17th of June.

No energy today. Had two Zopiclone last night, so today I’m useless but I don’t care. My bed was amazing.

Unsurprisingly, I haven’t much to say. This morning, during breakfast and coffee, I watched Sunday Brunch (sort of – I couldn’t tell you what happened). I wanted to give crocheting a hexagon a try because I’m going to make a blanket of them. Thought I ought to practise. When getting out a hook, I discovered that two have gone missing (the 2.5mm and the 10mm). I had the 10 out not long ago to make the multicoloured cardigan, yet it has disappeared. We’ve searched everywhere but they’re nowhere to be found. I can’t lie, I was so tired and confused, I nearly cried.

Dolly is back under the chair (she managed to get under the front which is frankly very impressive) and not coming out for anything, so this afternoon I sat with her, crocheting a hexagon with one of the hooks I do have, and watching The Incredibles. Nothing that required memory or attention. By the end, I’d got her to eat a Dreamie I put right in front of her face.

After that, I wrote about the weekend and now it is time for partridge. I want to go to bed for a week.

The 14th of June.

Today has revolved around Dolly.

She was supposed to be at the vet this morning for her second vaccinations. We had one chance, so we put some food in the carrier. Unfortunately, we fucked it up and she ran away to under the chair. I rang Lydon’s, and they were able to reschedule her for 5pm.

We left her for the rest of the morning, and vowed to try again later with the help of Shaki.

I went to sit with her this afternoon, watching Bates Motel and hoping she would emerge from her hiding place. Eventually, she crept out, and I had to do the slowest movements known to man, swinging my legs over the arm of the chair away from her, sort of thrusting my pelvis up so I could get out of the chair and on to the floor. I crawled to behind the chair, and I shoved a bunch of pillows underneath so she couldn’t hide under there again.

Then we had one more shot before the 5pm appointment. She had, miraculously, gone over to the carrier, even inside, but I was at the other end of the room so couldn’t shut the door. Mommy came in with some food, so I slid a bowl over to her, and she put it in the very back of the carrier. Dolly slowly climbed in, checking on Mommy through the slits in the side. When I could see that she was eating and not looking, I instructed her to lean over silently and shut the door. Victory!

At the vet, she was actually okay! A bit scared, but Daniel was able to do the injection and she didn’t bite or scratch. Now we have to go back to basics with her. Time for some hard work.

The 15th of June.

I’m going to write about today and tomorrow in a slightly different way, as more of a record than my usual fashion. I just don’t have the energy to do it properly, so I’m sorry if it’s weird. A lot of it has been travelling. We have been to London to go to Space Shambles at the Royal Albert Hall for Daddy’s birthday present.

Train to Euston. I have to make a couple who are sitting in the wheelchair space move which enrages them but unfortunately for them it says my name above the seat and therefore they have to shift. Taxi to the Serpentine. Lunch in café in Hyde Park. Bimble through park to hotel, spotting all the good dogs out for a walk on a sunny day. Arrive at hotel, immediate disappointment. Had not realised when booking that it is not wheelchair accessible. There is one sentence on the website saying that the lift starts from the first floor. No mention of the fact that said lift has no lights, an unreliable door and a terrifying suspension. I climb the stairs but am exhausted and furious. Unpack. Go out to explore Whole Foods. Get very excited by all the baked goods. Buy a cinnamon swirl from the box of Crosstown Doughnuts. Go up and have fourth coffee of the day while eating doughnut. Decide to head for Royal Albert Hall, taking a detour around Natural History Museum to kill time until dinner reservation. Meet Christine, go to Verdi for pre-show pizza. I manage half, struggle to stay awake. Get shown a photo of a genuinely ugly baby and I laugh so hard I cry. Eat some blood orange and lime gelato. Time for show. Stash wheelchair, slyly retrieving water bottle from underneath, avoiding confiscation at bag check. Find seats, find scarf to filter air through to prevent choking on dry ice. Spend the next three hours listening to scientists and astronauts. Grace Petrie sings a lovely song. The final act are a band who play too loudly for too long. Time to go. Worn out and in pain.

The 12th of June.

Happy Birthday Daddy!

First thing, I gave him the presents I bought him yesterday. I had ordered some other stuff but it didn’t look like it would arrive in time, hence the shopping yesterday. Of course, they were actually delivered today. Oh well, he can have them for Father’s Day! Anyway, he’s very happy with his fudge and astronaut.

I did a blog post this morning, then we went out for lunch at The Boathouse. I don’t think we’ve been there since Becky and James’ wedding. They have done it up, and I do not like the new artwork. Mirrors with bottles of alcohol sticking out of them, appearing to spray. Awful. And being sold for £295! Still, I had some tasty food: mac and cheese, and baked cod in a brie and chive cream sauce. All very delicious.

We had about an hour at home, then Mommy and I had to go to The Spire to see Anne Dancey about my arm. We went through all that has happened in the past year, she examined both arms, and basically, I’m going to have liposuction. I’ll get a quote tomorrow, then I will book a date to have it done. I will have two arms that are the same size!

Dolly is still unhappy and I think we are stuck. I have texted the adopter of Dot, because her daughter in law looked after Dolly at the cattery and I think she might be able to help.

The 13th of June.

There is not much of interest to say today. This morning was pretty quiet – I booked my trains to London and back for the stem cell APPG summer reception in July, and found myself panicking about getting the train home in time, despite me doing it last year and getting the same trains. I need to calm the fuck down.

After lunch, I went to the gym and actually had a good session without any terrifying breathing or terrible back pain! Amazing.

This evening, Sarah, who worked with Dolly at the cattery, came round to see her. We hoped she might be able to coax her out but unfortunately, she wasn’t having any of it. Stayed under the chair, hissing. We’ve got some rescue remedy to put in her water, and I’m going to talk to Shaki to see if she has any further ideas. Otherwise, we’re at a loss. 

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 26th of February.

I found the birthday card! I had hidden it (too well, it turns out) in a Christmas bag by my window. Very pleased because it is a great card.

First thing, I gave Mommy her card and presents – a pair of embroidery scissors she’d asked for, and some afternoon tea Biscuiteers biscuits. Then, once I’d had my coffee, I went back upstairs to the computer. I put together Suzi’s sausage dog while scanning for duplicates, then marking and deleting them. The program I got to help with iCloud is no good, so I’m going to have to do it the tedious way.

I got sick to the back teeth of marking individual photos, especially when there were over 40,000 groups, and then the program crashed, so I thought fuck it. I created some rules, auto-marked and trashed them. And seeing as I’m doing the iCloud photos on a browser, I can do it downstairs on the laptop and not be in agony. I’m going to ring the GP tomorrow to find out if they’ve had this letter about steroid injections. I ought to be able to sit in a normal chair without excruciating pain.

The 27th of February.

No computer today! Well, a tiny bit, but using the laptop, not at my desk.

I had a big sleep, and this morning I did very little bar having a hairwash, petting the kitten and doing a bit of gym research. I simply don’t have the impetus to work out at home, so I need to find somewhere that I can go which is more accessible to me i.e. no stairs.

After lunch, I started working on Sara’s King Charles spaniel while catching up on some tv. I’ve made the head and body, and seen the new iZombie (how I have missed it) and last week’s How to Get Away with Murder. I am unhappy that Connor proposed to Oliver because I love them and I think this means that Connor will probably die.

I also spoke to the GP to see if they’d received the letter from Dr. Blaney’s secretary. They had not, so I rang her, but she wasn’t the. Someone from her office rang me back, and it turns out she never fucking sent it. It has been done now but fuck, she is incompetent.

 

The 24th of February.

I am so close to being finished. Or at least, finishing a stage. All I have done today is sit in front of that damn machine. I did at least get four sausage dog legs made and watch over half of Mindhunter at the same time.

All the photos are backed up and deleted from the phone and photos app. There are some left on the iPad that I cannot access no matter what I do and I think I am going to have to restore it to factory settings to get rid of them. Then there is the iCloud website. There are still 12,000 photos on there and to delete them, you have to click on each one individually. I am downloading a program to hopefully help me do it in a less time-consuming manner.

I still have to look at exactly what I want to put back on to my phone, but that is a task for another day. Tonight, I have to check what is important on the iPad, then restore it. I hate everything.

The 25th of February.

Ohh I am very annoyed. I seem to have lost the really great birthday card I got for Mommy. I was wrapping her presents this afternoon, was looking where I thought the card was but couldn’t find it anywhere. So that’s frustrating,

This morning I was back on the computer. Deleting stuff from iCloud and hunting for duplicates. I think I should probably just do one thing at a time because my duplicate program kept crashing which is not ideal. I am at least making progress with the iCloud website photos – got rid of over 1000. Only about 11,000 more to go.

We went out for Mommy’s birthday meal a day early, so picked up Grandma and went to Water’s at Resorts World for Sunday lunch. I decided not to have a starter because I wanted space for a pudding, but it ended up being a bit disappointing. My main course, chicken breast with crispy skin and sage and onion stuffing (so moist!) was beautiful, but my chocolate and orange mousse was nothing special. I should have gone for the sticky toffee pudding instead.