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The 22nd of July. 

Writing this on Sunday morning because I was not exactly in a fit state last night. 

This morning, after breakfast and coffee, I had a lot of typing to do – two long blog posts done. When I have to write very long ones, I use the laptop, but it’s not good for my wrists. My body is so broken. 

I had some lunch, then got myself ready to go to Becky’s for her birthday barbecue. When I arrived, I was presented with a glass of rosé and took a spot in the garden, under the gazebo. It wasn’t super warm, but it was at least not raining. All of the usual gang were there – Chris, Alison, Jamie, Lorna (and her boyfriend Will), Micky and Stuart, Michael and Barbara. Other people were going to come and go as the day went on. 

We managed to soldier through the first shower, but after about 5 o’clock, it was getting a bit chilly and we decamped into the living room. I sat next to Luna, one of the cats, so I always had someone to talk to. We played Cards Against Humanity, which I have not done before, but I won three black cards so I was pleased with myself. 

By the time I had started my third wine, it had got to about half past nine, and I was quite sozzled. Decided it was time to go home – I needed carbs and water, and if I’d stayed, I would have continued to drink and things could have ended rather messily. 

The 23rd of July. 

Hmm well rosé does not agree with me. The last time I had it was at Jill’s when I also had Four Loko and some kind of apple shots so the hangover could have been attributed to any of those. Today I haven’t been hungover, but I’ve had really unpleasant heartburn since last night. Had some Rennies today but it still isn’t 100% gone. Ugh. 

I had a nice morning watching ol’ Nish on Sunday Brunch, writing about yesterday and trying to ignore Rita Ora. I don’t know why, I just find her incredibly irksome. Grandma didn’t go to church, so she came to us for lunch, which we actually had at lunchtime, not mid-afternoon. 

Afterwards, I went upstairs for an hour or so to have a lie down and stretch of my stomach, give it a bit of a rest, while I listened to some podcasts. I came back down to say bye to Christine, and crocheted some more of the minion while the cricket was on. Then I went to see the floofs, and watched one episode of Orphan Black. I’ve got two episodes left of season 4, then I’ll actually be on the current series. 

Grandma has gone home, and I’m starting to think about some tea. More carbs, I think. 

The 2nd of June. 

Such a long day of driving. We got up, packed the car and set off to pick up Taid from New Street. Unfortunately, the assistance people at Llandudno forgot about him so they didn’t put him on his train, and they had to put him on the next one. That meant he had to change at Shrewsbury, not Crewe, and he got to us forty minutes later than he should have. Not very impressive.

Once we’d got him in the car, we then drove to the excellent service station in Gloucester, the one where they have a farm shop. We had some food, then I went to wander round the farm shop. I got a cinnamon swirl from the Richard Bertinet bakery, and two chocolate brownies – one classic chocolate for me, and one salted peanut brittle for Christine.

Back in the car! I spent my whole journey listening to the Do You Like Scary Podcasts? podcast about Scream (the tv series), trying to catch up to where I’ve watched. I had to stop when we got near Taid’s hotel, because then I had to start looking at Google maps to work out where we needed to go. It was very stressful because poor signal meant I couldn’t accurately see where we were, so we made a couple of wrong turns and it took a bit longer than it should have. Still, we got there in the end! Then we had to pick up Christine from the station here and get to the Tesco in Newton Abbot by 6 to pick up our order from the click and collect. We got there with two minutes to spare! Phew.

Then all we had to do was get to the house. Thankfully, that did not take very long, just the roads at the end were a bit narrow and windy. Great fun in a people carrier. Now we have had fish and chips for dinner, as is traditional, and will be doing our best to get a good sleep before tomorrow’s wedding festivities!

The 3rd of June. 

I highly recommend being ill directly before a wedding. Everyone is so much more delighted to see you! Well done me for attending.

I had a pretty reasonable sleep, only woken by the bright morning light about 5 but I was able to ignore it. I got up and dressed into my wedding outfit straight away – it’s hard enough to get dressed once, I’m not going to put one set of clothes on to get changed a few hours later. I had some breakfast and Mommy went get me a coffee (thankfully there is a shop that sells a decent flat white nearby), then I had to put make up on for the first time in about a month. Thankfully, it was not too uncomfortable for my eyes, although they were not loving it. So many eye drops.

We arrived at the church about half an hour early and it was entertaining trying to get the wheelchair in. The hardest bit was the gravel outside – the wheels did not cope well. I had to be pushed for a while. Actually inside the church, it was fine, I just drove it down the aisle and parked it, then sat in a pew with Mommy and Christine, and Daddy sat behind.

The ceremony was very traditional, and it involved the Eucharist in which I obviously did not partake. We sung some songs, including a curious rendition of One More Step Along The Way I Go – the organist didn’t seem to know the rhythm, so the end of every verse was unknown territory. When we came out, a guard of honour had been created with oars (John’s family row, Maddie’s sail) so we all waited for them to come out so they could be covered in confetti (which blended into my hair very well), then we all got in our cars to go to Exeter Castle for the reception.

There was much milling about at this point, the way people do at weddings while waiting for the food to start. I decided against having any Pimms, I thought it would be wise to stick with one type of alcohol if I was going to drink. Just wine for me. We had a brief rain shower, and the Red Arrows did a fly past (not for us but a nice surprise all the same), then it was time to go and eat! It was past 3 o’clock by this point, so we were all quite hungry. Christine and I were on a table with two of John’s cousins, a family friend of Maddie’s, another friend of Maddie’s, and three of John’s friends from medical school/university. It was a good group! There were two short speeches before we ate, from Maddie’s stepdad and her mum, then it was time for deep-fried camembert. So good, but so viscous. I felt like my mouth was stuck together, but for delicious reasons so who cares? The main course was brought out on boards – chicken with stuffing, plus bowls of vegetables, so we had to serve ourselves. Our method involved getting someone to stab you a bit of chicken, and the vegetables got passed around. The parsnips were excellent. The dessert was wedding cake, and very good it was too. Then John did his speech and it was very sweet – I nearly did a cry, but managed to hold them in. Giles, the best man’s speech followed, which was very funny, although not long enough (we had a sweepstake running on our table and my guess was way off).

After that, we all congregated outside for more photos before the evening festivities. There was a room for dancing, the bar, and a chill out room, plus an outside terrace. I started out in the dancing room, although purely as an observer – I can barely walk, so dancing is very much out of the question. There was a big old Ceilidh which was very entertaining but looked knackering, then John and Maddie had their first dance. Once other people started joining in, I went outside and sat in the remaining sun with Sophie and we mainly talked about cats and babies until it got cold, and I went back inside to find the dancing room empty and most people in the bar. I found a chair at the side and texted Mommy to find out how much longer we were going to stay because I was pooped. Thankfully, they agreed that it was time we ought to head off, particularly as we had to take Taid back to his hotel, so I said my goodbyes to the happy couple and went back to the car for some oxygen. We made the right choice, because by the time we got back to the house, I was ready to sleep. Well, eat some toast, then have sleep.

The 15th of March. 

A quiet day, for the most part. Up, showered, breakfasted, then blog post. I saw Monica for a little bit, and conversed with Roger from Hallfield via email. He’s asked me to do a reading at their Easter service next week, and I was offered a choice between The Crucifixion and The Resurrection, so I chose the latter. I talk about death enough. 

This afternoon has been kitty and Netflix. I’m almost caught up on Pretty Little Liars now, and I kind of don’t want to be because once it’s over, I’ll have to find something new to fill my time when I’m poorly. Monica and I had a long snuggle, and I was loath to kick her off when I needed to leave the room, so I got Mommy to distract her and she jumped off of her own accord. 

This evening I was out at the Glee to see Richard Herring’s new show, Happy Now? It was an allocated seating affair, and I was behind two enormous chaps. Thankfully, the lady on my right was very accommodating and let me lean into her so I could see through the tiny gap that existed between the people in front. I bonded with my neighbours over the fact we were all there alone and the way the Glee always ring to see if we’re definitely alone. Yes, we’ve got no friends who like comedy okay? Also, whenever the two huge men got up, they backed into our table and had I not been careful, I could’ve ended up wearing my wine and sweet potato fries. The show itself was really fun, much more uplifting than We’re All Going To Die and at the end there was a video of him singing to his daughter while she laughed. So cute. 

The 16th of March. 

I am writing this on Thursday morning because last night it was late and I was quite sozzled. 

For the most part of the day, I’ve been having kitty hugs and watching TV. I wrote about Tuesday, and got really angry at George Osborne and his budget. I couldn’t stomach hearing him wang on about how great he is, when there’s a £56bn hole and he’s taking money from PIP to fund tax cuts for the wealthiest in society. Once again, the Conservatives being for “working people”. Definitely not a government for the people who need them. 

I left Monica at about four to go and get ready for the OHS reunion. I got changed (wanted to wear my leather trousers but couldn’t wear them with Monica and her claws), then messed about with make up that got delivered today. I went a little bit vampy and took more selfies then is socially acceptable. 

I had a really fun time at The Highfield! I got to talk to an old teacher from Year 1, and when I said my name, she seemed to remember me in rather a loaded way. Then I got distracted by a girl called Kaz who is only 18, but her brother was in my class and she’s in her last year at Handsworth where I also went. We spent a good hour and a half gossiping, sending photos to her brother and drinking wine. I got pretty happy. Then I met a guy whose younger brother was in my year too! Daddy picked me up around half eight, and I had scrambled eggs on toast for tea. 

The 11th of March.

This morning did not go completely as planned – I was hoping to do some serious writing but I felt really quite shitty. No particular reason, I just felt kind of off kilter about everything, but after some lunch of fancy beans on toast (Heinz Five Beans instead of standard baked beans), I perked up a bit.

This afternoon, I did get some done, but I’m not sure how good it was. Becky came round after school and I told her about the weird dream I had last night in which we were both pregnant and James was angry because her scan didn’t look like the pictures in books that he’d seen.

Tonight I’m super tired so I’m going to feel brilliant by the end of Friday after the next three days of appointments.

The 12th of March.

I am writing this on Thursday morning as last night I was a bit too squiffy to be writing any sort of sense. I’ll do my best.

Yesterday was busy busy. Mommy took Grandma to church, then we both went to the chiropractor. I talked to Trine about my knee issues, and she thinks if it happens again, I should get an MRI because she thinks it could only be cartilage or a bit of bone that’s come off and got lodged in a bad place. Upon our return, she had to go back out to get Grandma.

Once she came back from that trip, she barely had time to eat some lunch before we had to go out to liver clinic. James was running an hour and a half late, so I got all of Vogue and the “miss vogue” that came with it read. He said my liver tests are “remarkably good. Remarkably good!” Which I always like to hear.

From there, we went straight to The White Swan for the Old Hallfieldians Reunion. I met up with Sadie and went inside to find Tim Venner and loads of wine! The evening then consisted of us getting steadily tipsier and eating bits of the nibbles provided. We both left at eight, and when I got home I scoffed a hot cross bun and drank a lot of water. I didn’t want photopheresis with a hangover.

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