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The 6th of March.

Back to the crochet habit. Might as well!

I woke up still tired, wanting to stay in bed but I forced myself up. Rosemary was coming round for lunch, so we had no trips out. I spent my morning writing up a blog post, then I started another sausage dog. This one is brown and cream, which is not a combination one sees often in them but it’s in the book and if it looks shit then I won’t give it to anyone. Rosemary did like the one I’ve already done, in black and brown, because he looks like her dog, Otto.

While she and Mommy had lunch, I watched the first episode of season five of Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. Absolutely batshit insane – jumped forward seventy five years into the future in space. Obviously.

This afternoon, I made the head and ears of the dog, watched some Bones, and booked Mac into the vet for his secretary vaccinations tomorrow afternoon. Got a viewing on Thursday.

The 7th of March.

Tired. Up early for hospital. Not haematology, as was also previously in the diary for today, just ophthalmology. Mr. Kolli, not Dr. Barry. Today was about rogue eyelashes. The clinic was running very late – they were missing a registrar – so I didn’t get seen until an hour after my appointment time. That was fine – I got a lot of Eat Up! by Ruby Tandoh read. I wish I could give it to my thirteen year old self and keep her from developing an eating disorder to begin with. I wish I’d be able to read that instead of Wasted.

He checked my pressures and they haven’t gone down very much, but he wants me to try to get the prednisolone eye drops down to twice a day before trying anything new. He’s going to get me booked in to do the left eye again, then do the right eye a few weeks later. It would be tricky to drive my chair if they did both at the same time.

We’d been planning on going into town to do some shopping, but by the time we got out, there wasn’t time, so we just came home for lunch.

Mommy went to Grandma’s, then when she got back, we took Mac to the vet. He was a good boy, just very chatty on the way! If only all trips there were so easy.

The 4th of March.

The thaw has begun, thank god. I would like to go out in the daytime this week, not covered in eight thousand layers.

No crochet that. This morning, I watched Sunday Brunch while I wrote up a blog post, and sorted out Mommy’s Mother’s Day card and present. I don’t think it’s been this close to her birthday before.

This afternoon, I made it my mission to finish Gnomon. And I have! I had just over two hundred pages to go, and I needed to get to the end. It’s incredibly current, and so complicated – I almost now need a digested version of it, or to listen to people cleverer thank me talk about it.

I went to sit with Mac, and we were watching Christine (the film about the news anchor, not the homicidal car), but then he did a poo and jumped on my lap with poo on his arms which was very upsetting, so I left.

Daddy is off this week, so we can go to the cinema and hopefully there will be NO CHILDREN.

The 5th of March.

Outside! Normal service has resumed. Here, anyway. Any remaining snow is in dirty, sludgy piles dotted around the streets.

This morning, I phoned Christine who does Andrew’s clinics, but they have not had any instructions from him yet, so no appointment can be made. I’m thinking he hasn’t had the report from the radiology team? I don’t know. I also tried to get hold of the booking coordinator for steroid injections, but had to leave a message. Sigh. And I had a chat with Laura from Free Radio to discuss the opt-out organ donation system consultation. Obviously I am in favour, but rates only really increase is it’s a hard opt-out system, meaning families don’t get a say.

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Lady Bird. We weren’t quite the only ones there – three other people joined us. It is a lovely film – warm and funny and smart and sad. If made me want to hug Mommy when I got home. It took me back to fifteen and able-bodied, going to parties, getting high and listening to Dave Matthews Band. I miss that.

The 28th of February.

Had a lovely time at Lefty Scum last night. Josie and Johnny loved the bunny I made for the baby, and the show was so great. Grace Petrie is brilliant; a British Kimya Dawson of our time. The man sitting next to me blew his nose and the woman next to him coughed a lot which concerned me but I do not appear to have picked anything up from them, touch wood.

Today I have been crocheting like mental to get Sara’s spaniel done before Luisa’s show tonight, but now I’m not sure she’ll still be there at the interval because Suzi is leaving straight after her bit to get back to London so Sara’ll probably do the same. No matter, I’ll hold on to them for now.

That is all I have done today, in front of the tv. Had a bit of a Bones binge, and saw the episode of How to Get Away with Murder with the Caplan and Gold party and I think it was the most stressed I have ever been during a tv show in my life. Watching Laurel miscarry in the lift was harrowing. I texted Christine throughout.

The 1st of March.

Not surprisingly, today has consisted of very little. I slept through my alarm, somehow, but not too late. Put on the twosie I got for Christmas and thermal socks, although my toes are still perished. We’ve probably got it the easiest in the country, but it’s still way too cold for me.

So young Mac and I have had a snuggly snow day. He got a bit neglected yesterday, so he and I have watched much Netflix. I got as far up to date with The Blacklist as possible, and the rest of it has been Hemlock Grove. The plot is absolute rubbish and the writing is pretty terrible but hey, my standards aren’t high.

That has been literally it! Bed will be electric blanket on full, two extra blankets, pyjamas tucked into furry socks. Too cold.

The 18th of February.

I think I might have to stop wearing jeans for a while – the way they fit or do not fit is messing with my mind and making it veer off onto anorexic-esque paths that I worked so hard to learn to ignore. Some pairs fit my legs but are too large at my waist, some fit my legs but are too small for my waist, some are tight at the calf but not the thigh, and most claim to be the same size. I don’t think I will ever have a completely easy relationship with my body and food.

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then made the head of the poodle. I started it last night, but wasn’t paying enough attention so I fucked it up.

After lunch, Mommy and I went round to the house of my friend Kathryn’s parents, so I could drop off the crocheted Christmas chaps I made for her and they can take them to Iceland, where she lives.

I made the poodle’s ears, then spent the rest of my afternoon watching Altered Carbon with Mac. He was being a monkey and kept going behind the television, but eventually he got tired and fell asleep on my lap. Nice and warm. Too bad there wasn’t another kitten at my feet – my toes are freezing.

The 19th of February.

The photos I deleted are back. How?! I went on to Photos this morning to move some more around, and I found the total was back at 30,000. I am so confused. I think wiping them all and starting again will be the way to go.

Apart from that, this morning I made the tail and arms of the poodle and stuffed her feet.

After lunch, I watched some more of The Blacklist, and started putting the poodle together. However, none of it looked right, so I pulled her apart, and then Becky came round for a catch up. Haven’t seen her for several weeks, so she was here a while. I introduced her to Mac and we had tea, and I heard about recent school antics and familial drama. I told her how last Monday had gone, which she was glad to hear of – she couldn’t come with school being so busy. If only half term here had been a week earlier!

I’ve managed to now get the head, ears and legs on the poodle. Got to do the arms and tail, then curly coat.



The 16th of February.

Another day of much the same. I seem to have come to the conclusion, unconsciously, that the best plan is to systematically put everything I’ll want in future into my Dropbox, so they’re safe, then delete pretty much everything from the iCloud and start again. It’s really boring and slow, but at the moment it’s the only way I can see to do it. I’ve also discovered that the 20,000 photos I deleted from the Photos app are not deleted from the website version of iCloud, which doesn’t make any sense. I think I need to have a webchat with someone, but I’m going to leave that until Monday. Going to the cinema tomorrow and I don’t want to start something I can’t finish.

Read a little bit more Gnomon, but it’s been mainly Altered Carbon today. I keep spotting people I recognise – I realised the main actor is Holder from The Killing (the shit American version), and I’ve seen Val from Riverdale, Cam from Bones and Jiaying from Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.

Curse you, iCloud. 

The 17th of February.

Day off from all the computer business. I can’t keep doing that to my back; needs a rest.

So, this morning I finally put up the two late blog posts, and spent some time petting and chatting with Mac. He gets a bit sad when he’s alone, poor thing. Will have to find him an owner who has time to hang out with him.

After lunch, I started work on Flick’s poodle, but didn’t get very far before Daddy and I had to go out to the cinema. We were seeing The Shape of Water but not at Vue because for some reason they aren’t showing it, so went to Resorts World. Some bizarre people had a go at Daddy when he pulled into the car park for reasons we didn’t really understand, and they called him Granddad which was silly because that isn’t happening any time in the foreseeable future.

Thankfully we did not encounter them again, and the film is every bit as good as everyone says. Except the few upsetting parts but one has to expect that from a Guillermo del Toro film. I’m so glad that budget constraints meant they couldn’t shoot it in black and white because the colour theme is so beautiful. Also, somebody write a script for Octavia Spencer as lead so she can get the Oscar she deserves.

The 14th of February.

Oh boy, what a sleep. The hotel was comfortable enough, but the pillows were dreadful (squishy as fuck), so my first night of no stress in my own bed was beautiful.

I was at the chiro this morning which was also lovely/painful after my two days in the wheelchair. My neck and shoulder were awful, so much hard squeezing and crunching. We had to pop into Sutton so I could put some money from Monday night into the Anthony Nolan account, then get some food and litter from Lee’s because Shaki was bringing us a new kitten!

His name is Mac, he’s black and white, and eleven weeks old. He was very chatty when he arrived, but has soon settled down. He’s very friendly and purry. Not going to be a problem at all, just have to wait for somebody looking for a solo kitten.

I finally got round to writing about Monday. Took a while, but I had to do it before the memory fades. Mommy got an email from Mark saying how he felt quite emotional, and what I said reminded him that what he does is worth doing. Of course it is. He is the hero of my life.

The 15th of February.

Today has been so tedious and infuriating, I am almost disinclined to tell you about it because you will not thank me.

This morning, I wrote about yesterday. Very meta – writing about writing about writing. Then I made it my purpose of the day to finally delete these sodding photos from my phone. I don’t understand why it is so difficult; something is definitely not working as it should.

To pass the time this afternoon, I have read a decent chunk of Gnomon – only about 200 pages left. I also started watching Altered Carbon. To begin with, I was very confused. I think I’ll have to watch the next one at least before I really get it.

At one point, I found myself looking out of the window and getting rather deep into my mind, thinking about being a human, such a tiny speck in an enormous universe, then I had to snap out of it because that’s not something that needs delving into on a Thursday afternoon.

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.