The 15th of August.
Such a long day of travelling and oh my back hurts so much.
Off to Wales to see Taid! Set off just after nine, and I spent the whole journey listening to the Hidden Figures soundtrack and reading The Beautiful Cure. When we arrived, Taid was wearing a very jazzy orange shirt. Apparently he has two more in the same pattern! He is full of surprises. Anyway, we let him finish getting ready, then we went to a pub for lunch (not the one in Conwy so no dogs).
It was quite a nice place, and I ordered a “light bite” of fishcakes which ended up being incredibly filling, so what a full meal might have been I dread to think. It was good though! No complaints from me. That might have been different if I’d had a coffee like the others – they came with squirty cream instead of milk and was apparently disgusting.
When we got back to his house, Mommy and Daddy did his washing up, and I made a space in the living room amongst the piles of post so I could sit and do the puzzles in the Telegraph.
We were on our way back in good time for once, so we got home about seven. I love my comfortable chair.
The 16th of August.
Today is the 11th anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. It’s been a good day.
I was up early again because I had clinic with Andrew. I wasn’t sure how he was going to react to my arm because last time I saw him, he said he didn’t think I should have lipo. Thankfully, he was delighted! I think he is just happy that I am fixed. He’s still confused, but he said I made his day so I’ll take that.
Went into town for anniversary treats. I got a new lipstick from Huda Beauty, a cruller from Krispy Kreme, and The One Who Wrote Destiny by Nikesh Shukla from Waterstones. While we were in there, we saw Mr. Tobin from Hallfield! That was a lovely surprise. He doesn’t age, I swear.
This afternoon, I have had a lovely time starting a baby blanket and watching House. I even got some early strokes in with Dolly! She doesn’t usually allow that until the evening. I’ve also been getting lots of nice comments on a poem I have written about this day. I can’t remember the last time I wrote anything vaguely resembling poetry so I wasn’t sure how it would be received by it seems that people like it!
We are having venison for tea. Happy.