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The 9th of December.

I have had a most productive day of crochet. Pretty much straight after breakfast, Mommy and Daddy went into town for very targeted shopping (as in, there was a list and they stuck to it). They were out until about half twelve, so I took the opportunity to work on Mommy’s Christmas present. I made some good progress on that, although as it grows, it does seem to go slower. I have to be careful to not lose focus or one wrong stitch can really fuck it up.

I got it put away before they returned, and they had brought me a German market pretzel! Joy. I warmed it up and enjoyed its excessive saltiness, before getting to work on a different crochet present this afternoon. Not such festive viewing today – I started watching The Sinner on Netflix while waiting for Ann and Tom to come and visit the kittens, then I watched the second episode after they left.

I’m doing very well on the afternoon crochet, on my third ball of wool of five, so I should be able to finish it in a day or so, if I do some solid work.

The 10th of December.

Finished! No distractions today – nobody has been anywhere because of the snow. It has barely stopped, although the heaviness of the flurries has been varied.

I didn’t have a great start to the day, because my advent calendar coffee was disgusting. It happened once last year, when the tasting notes were strawberries and cream. Today, it was apricot. I made Mommy taste it and she agreed it was gross, and made me a normal one.

I have spent the day as planned – purely crocheting. I finished what I was working on yesterday after working solidly until about half past three. I’m very pleased with what I’ve done, especially since it required techniques that I’ve not really done before. Well done me. Then I started on another thing, which is a potential present but it depends how it comes out.

I think I have decided upon a wrapping theme, but I’ll need to go shopping to see if it’s available.

 

The 28th of October.

Pointless is being very distracting tonight while I’m trying to write. Alma from Corrie is on it and I can only wonder if she is still the enormous alcoholic she was when she did panto at the Hippodrome. 

This morning I got very annoyed at the Vue website because I thought they weren’t accepting my disabled person card, but in fact it expired a couple of weeks ago. Then I was annoyed at the CEA people because they didn’t email to remind me like they did last year. Pah!

I was booking tickets for Daddy and I to go and see Thor: Ragnarok. I am finally able to go to the cinema and not irritate everyone with my cough. When we arrived, there was a car left in the road of the car park (not in a space) with children in the back but no adults to be seen. Curious. Inside, we discovered they are selling pizza now. You can take a while pizza in with you. This makes me furious. I don’t think it is acceptable at all. I was then amazed at the family of six in front of us who had spent nearly £110 on tickets alone, plus snacks! If I had four kids I would not think it was worth £18 each to take them to a film they’ll most likely forget. 

Still, I had a thoroughly enjoyable time. Korg is my favourite and I am very into evil Cate Blanchett. What a queen. Also shirtless Chris Hemsworth is nice. 

The 29th of October. 

It’s been a day of new kittens and Stranger Things. I woke up shortly after nine from a rubbish night’s sleep, and decided to get on with watching the rest of Stranger Things pretty much straight away. Sunday Brunch had no interesting guests, and I had six episodes left, so I thought I’d see the first of them before Shaki was due to arrive at eleven. 

She appeared on time with three tiny fluffballs. Thankfully they’re not so small that they can squeeze through the bars of the cage, but they’re not far off. They love to scream. Well, the two boys do. Oh, how they love to scream. They’re absolutely fine, just really vocal. Chester, the ginger one, purrs as well as screams. Mostly what they’ve done today is sleep. They’ll do a lot of that. We can’t let them run around on the carpet yet because they need to be flea sprayed, then 48 hours later, they can explore. 

My afternoon consisted of the rest of Stranger Things while grabbing at my face in stress. Those kids are so great. The Duffer brothers have really done am incredible job; nothing feels labored or gratuitous, it’s a bit scary but not horrifying, and in all of the tension there are still moments of tenderness and humour. Next series please!

The 14th of October. 

Well, at least now both sides of my ribcage hurt so I’m less concerned that I’ll get another pneumothorax. 

Last night was bad. Back to bad. Just coughed all night long. Today has been all about the phlegm again – surprisingly, the same as yesterday. 

This morning, I got a blog post written up, in between coughs and changing position to try to be comfortable. Thought about washing my hair because it’s been three weeks since I last did but I just don’t have the energy. 

After lunch, I went upstairs to lie down and try to rest my sore bones while I watched the finale of season 2 of How to Get Away with Murder. When I came back downstairs, I finished off the base of the clothes I was making for the doll, then tried to put them on. Turns out, they wouldn’t fit over the head. Adjustments will have to be made. Potentially decapitation. 

The 15th of October. 

Honestly I don’t know if last night was bad or good. I think I slept but there were many small coughs. Today it isn’t rumbly, just still very phlegmy. Occasionally I inhale and hear it all move which is rather disconcerting. 

I spent most of my morning unsuccessfully trying to crochet stuff, and gave up at lunchtime when Mommy came back from M&S with a pretzel. 

This afternoon, we fast forwarded through the Six Chair Challenge on X Factor (it makes it so much easier to watch). Then I decided it was finally time to watch The Little Prince film on Netflix. I kept putting it off because “it wasn’t the right time” or I didn’t feel like crying. But I didn’t want it to disappear without having seen it, so I braced myself. 

It is so lovely. So beautiful. I knew it would be but it still took my breath away. I wish I’d been able to see it on a big screen – I bet it looks incredible. And of course I wept like a child in the past where The Little Prince is bitten by the snake. And although the ending was obviously different to the book, it is entirely appropriate. If you can, you must watch it. 

“It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”

The 29th of August. 

Another bad night! I really don’t know what’s happening, if it’s my body or my mind that is the problem. I just want it to stop. 

This morning, I did a blog post, and had started watching The Mist yesterday, so I put that back on. I got a couple of episodes watched (Mommy had taken Grandma for an appointment with her consultant) and painted my nails, which was fun when I dropped my phone down the side of the chair. I was able to retrieve it without getting nail varnish everywhere, thankfully. 

Mommy got back around lunchtime, so we ate some food, then I went to let the kittens run around while I watched the final few episodes of The Mist. I think I am getting somewhere with Henrietta – I keep giving her treat sticks and the occasional Dreamie and I am getting hissed at less. The Mist has a very unsatisfactory ending – no questions answered, harmful stereotypes reinforced, cliffhanger finale. Do I want another season? Just answers would be preferable, I think. Bah. 

New Bake Off tonight. I have a lot of conflicting feelings. 

The 30th of August. 

Jesus, my eyes have been really sore for the past two days. No reason, and not much I can really do to alleviate the pain. More eye drops don’t really help. Blargh. I at least had a marginally better sleep, but the dreams weren’t great. 

I’ve done too much crocheting again, so my fingers are tired. The doily is so big, it now takes over an hour to do a round and it only grows. Really hoping I manage to get to the end without running out of wool. 

This afternoon, we watched the Horizon programme about psychopaths, then I finished off a round of crochet before going upstairs to listen to some podcasts and give my eyes a rest. Back downstairs, I let the kittens out and watched an episode of Sense8. Henrietta is coming a bit closer to me now, although we thought we might have a setback last night after she got her claws stuck in a blanket and completely freaked out. We couldn’t help her without getting injured, so I had to get an oven glove so we could remove her paw from its trap. She was not happy. Thankfully, today she does not seem too traumatised. Hugo is still ridiculous, climbing up my leg, but if I look at him, he legs it. More bribery required. 

The 27th of August. 

Slightly better night. I definitely slept more, and my dreams weren’t upsetting. Improvement all round. 

Sunday Brunch this morning, although the only person I really immediately recognised was Tori Amos. None of the comedy pals were on this week. Wrote up a blog post, and exchanged messages with Sophie about her and Pete’s twins, which I can now talk about because they have been officially announced. They were born a week ago, both still in hospital until they get a bit bigger. 

Grandma came for lunch, after an appalling lunch yesterday – wanted to make sure she had a decent meal this weekend. She was given “lasagna” but it looks like sloppy leftovers you wouldn’t even give to a dog. Absolutely fucking atrocious.

After lunch, I went upstairs and watched the last episode of Doctor Foster, then Penny came to visit! She has come home for the weekend so came to see the kittens and had a lovely time talking to Harvey in a ridiculous voice. We had to leave when a poo happened, so we went and ate chocolate and toffee cookie cake in the kitchen. I haven’t seen her properly for years so it was really nice to hang out. She is a babe. 

The 28th of August. 

I had sleep, but the dreams were not good. I am not happy with my brain right now – so many bad dreams, this is not normal. 

It is hot. Even I am actually too warm; I have had to take my cardigan off. Very unusual. Most of my day has been spent with the curtains drawn, crocheting. I think I may have actually crocheted too much, because my left hand is very achy now. No more today. 

This afternoon, I made myself an iced coffee, and it was so painful. The standing up to do so, I mean. My appointment with Dr. Blaney isn’t until the third of October, so until then, I just have to suffer. When I do have to stand, or sit in an unsupportive chair, all I can think about is being able to rest, such is the agony. Penny asked me yesterday what it was like and it is so hard to describe – it’s like there is a knife plunged into my spine and if just stays there, never abating. 

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The 25th of August. 

Ugh I had a horrible night. First, I had a dream that the muscles in my thighs had atrophied, and I was trying to walk around a supermarket with a trolley, but I couldn’t lift my legs. Then, I had another dream that I ate some sort of bud that would kill me, then I was crawling around repeating “Mommy, I ate a flower” when Gollum from Lord of the Rings started coming toward me, scrambling in a bridge position, and I woke myself up trying to kick it away. I had to listen to a lot of podcast to stop myself falling back into the same dream. 

I was glad to see daylight. Hopefully tonight will be better. This morning, I did a blog post, and went to see the kitties. I let Harvey out briefly, but then Hugo wanted to come out too and I can’t have them both running around while on my own. They can do that this evening when there are two of us there. 

I have been crocheting all afternoon – another doily. Going to be a big one. I decided I would start watching Doctor Foster on Netflix, as I want to see the second series and I only saw bits of the first, so I saw the first two episodes of that. I’m enjoying it – I cannot wait for the dinner party. 

The 26th of August. 

What a fucking garbage night. Again. It felt like I barely slept at all, although I must have done. I think I will go to bed early tonight, but that rarely works. I must have looked exhausted, because the chap at the cinema gave me a large coffee without me asking for it. 

This morning, once I had got myself feeling vaguely half-human, I said hi to the cats and then sat down with the crochet. I managed a couple of rounds, occasionally looking up at Saturday Kitchen, then stopped so I could concentrate on Only Connect. Can’t do missing vowels if I’m not paying attention. 

After lunch, Daddy and I went to see Logan Lucky. It’s a huge amount of fun – I was thrilled from the moment Parks and Rec’s Jerry appeared as Channing Tatum’s boss. I was in. Daniel Craig is having a lovely time being a bomb-making prisoner, and Hillary Swank turns up for a jolly. If you want a good, ridiculous heist movie, it’s for you. 

The 19th & 20th; So small.

August 21, 2017 — 1 Comment

The 19th of August. 

I can’t see this being a long entry. I woke up from a particularly horrific dream in which I was having some kind of scan, which I could see on a screen, and inside my belly was a catacombs made of my own teeth. It was very disturbing. 

This morning, I did a blog post while watching Saturday Kitchen. Then, the rest of my day was spent watching the other seven episodes of The Defenders, while I crocheted. Doing another doily. Mindless busy work. There was a brief, surreal interlude, in which a brass band marched down my street, playing a jazzy tune. I know it definitely happened because I filmed them as they walked away. 

The Defenders is very easy to binge watch. Sigourney Weaver goes full-on Theresa May in episode 6. Jessica Jones is still my favourite – I’m glad she’s getting a second season. 

Now, waiting on a kitten delivery. New floofs please.

The 20th of August. 

Oh lord the kittens are so small and cute. Harvey and Hugo are the babies, and Henrietta is the mum. She is very hissy and sighs with an alarming regularity, like she is utterly fed up. Must make her happier. Hugo is a scaredy cat, likes to cuddle up to his mum. I have petted him once. Harvey is my favourite because he is the smallest and he loves being stroked and played with. We have had a great time today. 

This morning was the usual, Sunday Brunch, watching Katherine school Tim and Simon on their casually sexist line of questioning. Plus popping in to see the kitties every so often. My cat whispering skills are going to be required with the two reticent ones. 

After lunch, I split my time between cat petting and crocheting. I have to be careful, going in to sit with them, because I lose time – I can just sit and stare at them for ages. So small. I wish they could stay this tiny forever.