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The 16th of March.

I have had a very productive day!

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then got back to my jumper until the post came. That’s because he brought my extra wool to finish the socks with (which Simply Crochet magazine have agreed to reimburse me for because of their misprint, hooray!) so then I got back to them.

After lunch, I went back to the gym got a rather longer session than Wednesday, and I’m sure I’m going to feel it tomorrow. I did tbf circuit Karen came up with, three sets of 12 reps on each machine, plus some floor work. I’ve discovered my lungs don’t like dumbbell crunches anymore.

I left just as the youths started to arrive after school, so I timed it well. Can’t be going in any later than I did today. And back at home, I have finished the socks! I am hoping this pattern will work in the future with other wools too. I’ve tried many in the past and none have worked, but finally I have had success.

The 17th of March.

I am in much pain. All of my muscles are sad. I am waddling like a penguin when I try to walk and that’s after overcoming the discomfort that comes from getting out of a chair.

It has snowed off and on all day, so Sadie and I made the call early doors to postpone our cake date this afternoon. That meant I could stay in my pyjamas until after breakfast, then I put on my knitted trousers and giant snuggly Zara jumper that sheds but is ever so cosy.

Once dressed, I spent the rest of my day crocheting the jumper. It is very tedious, but progress is being made. I think I could get to the end of the body by tonight, depending on how tired I get. I am really rather sleepy but it’s too late for caffeine now.

I watched some of the Scotland/Italy rugby, then when it was our turn, I decided to watch Guardians of the Galaxy 2 because I thought it would be more fun than watching Ireland thrash us. I was correct. I nearly cried when Yondu died, but was able to hold it together. I’m glad I’ve seen it, or I think I might have been very confused about some bits of Infinity War. I am Groot. 


The 14th of March.

Right, I’ve got my days and dates back in order.

This morning, I fixed the blog posts so they were correct, and wrote up yesterday. I think on Thursday I got involved with helping Mommy set up her phone and forgot to write anything. Nevermind!

Today was my trip to the gym for my induction. I met with Karen, the ex-weightlifter, and she’s quite extraordinary. Covered in tattoos, including her eyebrows, black braids, red lipstick and pink nails. We talked about my issues, and we did an analysis of my body composition using the BodiTrax system. That was really interesting – my metabolic age is 27, which surprised me, and I’m “under-exercised”, which didn’t. I have very little visceral fat, which is good, and I will benefit from gaining some muscle.

She had come up with a circuit for me, so we went round with me doing a set of 12 on each machine, then I went round again by myself. I’ll see her again next Wednesday, and go back in between. I’m excited to get stronger again.

This afternoon, I’ve been making the second sock, and have just run out of wool. Turns out that if your feet aren’t tiny, you need more than one ball of wool in the main colour. Bah.

The 15th of March.

My arms hurt today. They did not enjoy the bicep curls I did yesterday. My head hurts too, but that’s because I hit it on the edge of the worktop last night when I was getting cookies out of a cupboard.

My day has been rather crochet-based. This morning, while Mommy was out, I watched How to Get Away with Murder and The Blacklist, neither of which were as stressful as usual, and worked on the jumper I have started. I’ve never made one before and I’m coming to realise it is going to take quite a while.

After lunch, I went to watch Annihilation on the big tv, without my crochet. I saw the trailer last year so have been waiting for it for ages, and haven’t had time to sit and watch it since it arrived on Netflix. David Ellison is an asshole – it should’ve gone into cinemas. There’s no need to make Natalie Portman’s character “more likable” or dumb it down. It’s not difficult to understand. Anyway. I liked it – part sci-fi thriller, part beautiful art installation. My favourites were the tree people.

The 9th of March.

This morning was infuriating, but this afternoon was rather serendipitous and enjoyable.

I was annoyed because I was waiting for a delivery of part of Mommy’s Mother’s Day present from DHL, but they don’t give you a delivery window, just say “before end of day”. This meant we couldn’t go out for me to have a look at Wyndley gym and then to get Easter eggs until they had come. I hoped it might come this morning, so we could go good afternoon, but no.

After lunch, I went upstairs to apply some face, and the doorbell rang, but it was just the postman. So I changed my delivery to a pickup point, and now I’m have to get it from a mini supermarket up the road, probably on Monday. Stupid DHL.

Then Mommy took me Wyndley so I could talk to someone about membership. I met with a young woman called Kirsty, who showed me round the facilities. Downstairs is all free weights, then upstairs is resistance machines and cardio. I climbed the stairs and they weren’t too bad, I just had to get my breath back. We were chatting and she complimented me on my hair, which brought up the leukaemia and it turned out she had ALL six years ago so then we couldn’t stop talking about all the things we had in common. I’ve got a free trial until the end of the month, an appointment with a trainer to set up a plan, and a new pal!

The 6th of December. 

I have a feeling this is going to be rather a short entry. Most of my day has been spent watching the kittens to see if anyone had any more dodgy stomachs. 

Yesterday, Pretty Kitty was being sick a lot, then was really lethargic all evening and most of today, and Derpy was sick and did several very upsetting poos, and was also very floopy. This morning I was waiting for Shaki to get me their CP numbers so I could book them into the vet, but it turned out they hadn’t got any yet. I then had to ring Jen and get names and clear descriptions of the kittens, so that Shaki could get them registered, then I could ring the vet!

I finally got them booked in for twenty to five, and thankfully we got them all in the carrier easily, although they then did not enjoy the journey to Lydon’s. Lots of sad mews. Pretty Kitty and Derpy had their temperatures taken, and it emerged that Pretty Kitty did have a high temperature, so she’s definitely poorly and the others could be brewing something. Hopefully it’s been nipped in the bud with everybody having an antibiotic jab and we have tablets to start tomorrow evening if things improve. If not, it’s back to the vet. 

In between all of these calls, I had to go to the GP to get some more estrogen cream. The doctor was very sensible and sorted it out with no fuss, plus he liked my Christmas scarf. We’ll keep him. 

The 7th of December. 

Six bouncy kittens this morning. I think they’re going to be fine. Although tonight we have to start putting crushed up tablets in their food so we’ll see how that goes. 

This morning, I spent most of my time watching the kittens, just to make sure they were okay. Essentially, we had a jolly good play. My hands are suffering with the claws of six kittens using them as playthings. Still, worth it. I also spoke to two potential adopters, one who I can tick off the list because he wants a cat from South Birmingham, and the other one will be quite straight forward. Excellent!

After lunch, as I didn’t have to watch the kittens to make sure they weren’t going to throw up, I went to the gym. I did a bit more than on Sunday, but still not as much as a normal session. I keep listening to Christmas music while I’m there which is lots of fun but means I walk around smiling at people and I can’t have that, they might want to talk to me. 

The 4th of December. 

It is really easy to forget about how shitty the world is when you have got a pile of sleepy kittens to look at. 

A very weird start to the day, when trying to find out why Tim Lovejoy wasn’t on Sunday Brunch, I discovered that he has blocked me on Twitter. I’m not entirely sure what I have done to merit that, considering I don’t think I’ve ever tweeted him or even about him. Strange. 

Had both Becky and Alison round to see the kittens. One of Becky’s cats has eaten almost an entire two week supply of Penicillin, which is not ideal. High shelves are not a safe enough place to hide things. Our house is a haven of tiny kitties and Christmas spirit – I think Becky and I are probably the most festive people in the world. 

This afternoon, I finally made it back to the gym. I only did a ninety minute session, not too taxing because I haven’t been for at least two weeks so I’m definitely going to hurt tomorrow. Still, only place I have to go is to the hygienist, so it’ll be fine. 

I am now back home, having petted the kittens some more, and now Miracle on 34th Street is on. Normally I would consider it too early to be watching Christmas films but the world and his wife have got their tree up so it can’t hurt. 

The 5th of December. 

I don’t hurt as much as I expected to, which is a nice surprise. 

The kittens were absolutely ravenous this morning, but have subsequently done some tiny sicks. Well, two of them have. I have spoken to Jen to check on what they were eating and it’s the same, so obviously the move has just upskittled their stomachs. Still, that hasn’t made them any less cute; I put Pretty Kitty in my Christmas hat like a sleeping bag (I wanted to put one in a mitten but they won’t fit, ugh) and I took some super adorable photos. 

I did a couple of Cats Protection calls, trying to speak to one woman who has so far evaded me and got a call back from someone else. Right now there is only one fosterer with any cats that are available so I have to send all the forms to her. 

I only ventured out to the hygienist today. She was very taken with my festive scarf, jumper, earrings and necklace (I’m unbearable) and was very impressed with my dental health – gum score of zero again, well done me!

The 14th of November. 

The kittens do not seem too traumatised by their ordeal over the weekend. Last night we had all three of them sleeping on our laps in various combinations, bless them. 

I wrote up a blog post this morning and gave the kittens lots of attention. They’ve just been very sleepy for most of the day, which means they’ll probably be really hyper tonight.

Normally I would have gone to the gym on a Monday afternoon, but Mommy has been back and forth to Grandma’s because she’s not well, and my back is still not up to exercise. Hopefully tomorrow. I have finished my first crocheted bauble, and the holly leaves inside were a bit big, so I’ll have to use a smaller hook for the rest. 

I also finally finished The Bone Clocks. I don’t know how satisfied I was with the ending. It wasn’t ambiguous or anything (I really hate that) but it just wasn’t the outcome I would have liked. Ideally, all books should end tied up like neat little packages. 

I would like a decent sleep tonight. I am so looking forward to my general anaesthetic on Friday. 

The 15th of November. 

Ugh well today has not been good. I slept badly again for no good reason, so we did not start off well. To pass the time before getting up, I watched Frankie Boyle’s American Autopsy, and although it didn’t make the Trumpocalypse okay, it was bearable for forty minutes. And the all-female panel was a delight

This morning was acceptable – I finally put the beads/baubles on Xaver the Christmas tree and tried several things to emphasise the edge of Anton the angel’s shorts, but eventually settled on just crocheting round because nothing else was really visible. 

My back felt better so I went to the gym, but it didn’t last. I did maybe two thirds of my usual workout, I’d got to the floor, but it was suddenly just way too painful, and I had to give up. I think I might not be going back until next week, let it completely recover. 

I also made an upsetting discovery – I was checking the times for Tom and Suzi’s gig tomorrow and I discovered that it’s not tomorrow. It’s Friday. The day on which I am having vagina surgery. If it all goes well and I am done fairly early then it might be absolutely fine, so I just have to hope that it is. I will be so gutted if I cannot go because of my stupid body. 

The 6th of November. 

Tired. I got to wake up at a normal time but I had a weird night, having a Groundhog Day kind of dream but it was horrible. Happy to see daylight. 

This morning, after my blog post, I sat with the kittens all through Sunday Brunch to make sure they were okay (Ava was a bit off last night) and take some new pictures of Amy and Archie. Photos of Amy may not be entirely necessary as we now have a potential adopter coming to see her tomorrow. 

After lunch, I went upstairs to scan all the books I am getting rid of into the app. Turns out they will accept a grand total of ten of my books for the princely sum of £6.01. Still no plan for the rest of them. Hmm. 

That did not take a great amount of time, so I spent the rest of my afternoon starting Anton the angel, realising I’d been using the wrong colours, unravelling it and trying again. Thankfully I hadn’t got too far. He is meant to be wearing white shorts and the different between the white and cream I use for the face is negligible. Going to have to come up with a way to make the contrast more obvious or he’ll just look naked. 
Oh god Trump cannot win. I just thought about it and felt my stomach physically plummet. 

The 7th of November. 

I was expecting to be woken up by builders this morning who are doing the roof next door, but thankfully they didn’t get the delivery of tiles until during the day. That does, however, probably mean they’ll wake me up tomorrow. 

I spent my morning finishing off Anton, so now I just need to attach some beads to Xaver and add the contrast to the outline of Anton’s shorts. Then they will be properly complete and I can take photos. They’re adorable. 

I got done just before lunch, so after I’d eaten, it was back to the gym for a shorter than usual session so I could leave at four. I was very productive though, upping most of my weights, so I’ll probably hurt tomorrow. That’s okay, the only thing I have to do is take the cats to the vet for their second jabs. 

I wanted to finish at four because at five, I had a lady coming to see Amy. She has been and gone, and I think it’s going to work out. They got along, she’s had cats like Amy before so I’m waiting confirmation but I think it’s going to be a yes. Then it’ll just be Archie!