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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.

 

The 12th of February.

Where to begin? I have been reluctant to start this because I feel like it might dilute the memory or I’ll forget stuff.

The journey down was nice and straightforward. The chap was even there with the ramp when we arrived at Euston! We got a taxi to Jen’s in Highgate, where I was going to try on fun clothes in order to find an outfit for the show. I was shown into a little room, one wall full of clothes, one full of shoes, plus a rack of dresses, the floor covered in more shoes and bags and jewellery behind me. First I picked some favourites to try one, because I had to be selective. I looked at four or five in the end, but eventually decided that the first one I’d worn was the best. A navy blue midi dress from Libelula covered in sequins with pink piping, plus some Nadia Vodianova shoes and massive clip on earrings and a two-finger ring. I left with a promise to leave it at the hotel reception in the morning.

We had lunch at the nearby Cafe Rouge (saw so many good dogs), then another taxi to the hotel. When checking in, we each were given a fresh warm cookie, which I ate on my bed very messily. Unpacked, then collected what we needed for the show. Next stop, Union Chapel!

When we arrived, we rang a buzzer and were met by Bea, who works the evening shows. She showed us the backstage/dressing rooms, the facilities, and of course the chapel itself. They had built me a massive ramp to get onto the stage, and I met the sound guys so handed over my old iPhone, plus the cable and power pack.

There was no point going back to the hotel, so I sent Mommy and Daddy to get coffee, then it wasn’t long before the Anthony Nolan team and Christine arrived (separately). I finally met Lucy, then she and her colleagues set up all their tables and banners, and I got changed into my spangly dress. I had a practise run up the ramp, then got talking to lot of Anthony Nolan volunteers, remembering some from previous events. Then the doors opened and it was time to meet my public! For a while, I just watched strangers coming in which was brilliant because they weren’t obliged to come, they were just supporting the cause. Then I started seeing people I knew, like Emmer, Charlie, Denise, Amy, Joy, Lauren and Hannah. Mark and Shereen came over and I gave him a huge hug. I’m so glad he could come. Acaster arrived, then Suzi and Flick, and I went backstage with them. Soon Nish appeared, and before long, it was time to start the show! First up, aside from our lovely host, we had James, during whom Sara arrived, and then Felicity. Nish then introduced me, and I drove up (nearly off) the ramp onto the stage, giving a royal wave. The cheer was immense, and I had to tell them to stop because I was going to cry. I said most of what I’d planned, plus I gave Mark a shout out because he deserves to know what a hero he is. In hindsight, there are things I wish I’d said, but no matter. Everyone said I did really well, and I was happy.

In the interval, I gave Josh the bear for his baby, and met the Anthony Nolan patients who’d come backstage and lots of photos were taken. Josh opened the second half, followed by Suzi and Sara. Everyone was brilliant, it went better than I could have hoped. I said goodbye to the people who had waited at the end, and Nish, Sara and Suzi.

So many hugs. And it was all over. I put my socks and boots back on, and we made our way back to the hotel. Pyjamas, Graham Norton, wind down, bed.

The 13th of February.

I didn’t fall asleep until about three, and woke up at seven. Made myself a cup of tea, and got everything packed back up. I left the garment bag for Jen at reception, then we had coffee next door at Saint Espresso. Breakfast was required, and as it was pancake day, we went to The Diner nearby. We went past The Breakfast Club and its huge queue, but found The Diner nice and quiet, where I had buttermilk pancakes with bacon, maple syrup and whipped honey butter. So good, but I couldn’t finish them.

A last cab back to Euston, where I got another coffee, and we trundled home. This afternoon, I have put all my warm clothes on, curled up in my armchair. So happy.

 

The 25th of January.

I have had to take lots of deep breaths today, which means I am tired. I’m taking a Zopiclone tonight so I get a good sleep. I woke myself up whispering angrily in my sleep because I was dreaming that I was having an argument with someone from The Biggest Loser.

So I have spent pretty much the entire day sat in the same position, doing the same thing. First, I was doing a blog post, then I carried on with the doily and my hand aches. I’m on the penultimate round, so I’ve at least been very productive. Hopefully I get it finished tonight.

Mommy was out with Grandma for ages this afternoon, so I had a long tv binge – Riverdale, then Black Lightning (I’m going to give it a couple more episodes before I pass judgement) and Carrie, which I recorded at Christmas. To be honest, I fast-forwarded the first half, because I just wanted to watch the bit where she gets her revenge. No need to see the bit where she gets tormented.

Ugh god I want it to be bedtime.

The 26th of January.

Zopiclone didn’t work. Sometimes that happens. No reason, but it means I’ve had little sleep and a drug hangover that’s made me feel like shit all day. Bleah.

It’s Mommy and Daddy’s wedding anniversary today (38 years!) so the first thing I did was give them their card. Then breakfast, coffee, hairwash. I tidied up the back of the doily I finished last night, then wrote the notes on the patterns for the Christmas dudes I am starting.

I spilled water all over the table again because I apparently have no muscle control, and it went much further this time, so Daddy and I had to spread everything out and dry it with paper towels. I’m going to stop being allowed beverages without lids.

After lunch, Mommy and Daddy went to see Darkest Hour (I know, so romantic) then they were having dinner, so I have had the house to myself for the afternoon. I have pretty much made the first Christmas chap, Claus the candle, while watching films. The Host, which I recorded ages ago and was meh, then Captain America: Civil War because Black Panther comes out soon and I needed to remind myself of the “previously on”.

Domino’s for dinner. What else?

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.