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The 25th of November.

I think this will be a short one – not a huge amount of activity to report.

The festive period is certainly upon us! This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and got an email from Biscuiteers saying my advent calendar biscuits were going to be delivered today. I had actually changed the delivery date to Tuesday, but today is also fine. Now I have my biscuits and coffee, all I need is for the Mach countdown to begin and it’ll really be Christmas!

I also received the wool and one of the presents I ordered yesterday, so I can make all the gifts! The rest of my day was taken up doing different crochet things – mainly the snood, but while Mommy was out, I started on a present for her. Will have to take every opportunity I have because she, like me, is here all the time!

Eeee going to be so Christmassy!

The 26th of November.

No Sunday Brunch today. I can’t bear Fearne Cotton, no matter how much I enjoy Richard Osman. Instead, I watched a bunch of Bones episodes while working on the snood. Grandma came towards the end of the morning, so I switched to some more appropriate viewing for her. Bit of sport.

We had some tasty beef for lunch, then lemon posset with shortbread because we are fancy. I then went upstairs to lie down for some back rest with Gardener’s Question Time, but I couldn’t stay up there for too long because I had to be back downstairs when Christine left. I think she will be glad to not have to have me pulling threads through on her jeans that the kittens have caught any more.

Grandma left about six, then I had a cinnabon for dinner before watching Susan get eliminated from Strictly. Sob!

The 13th of November.

Sleep was not actually that bad, although I did wake up so cold, I had to drag my blanket over myself. I have the double thickness duvet on my bed now for winter, so hopefully tonight I’ll be toasty.

This morning, I went out with Mommy to do some shopping errands. First, we went to Aldi, because they have some decent crackers (Christmas, not Jacob’s) and are selling a cheap version of wool I like. Next, M&S for a pretzel and chewing gum (this was really just a bonus rather than a necessary trip), then we went to Boots so I could get a body brush to try to help my skin, circulation and lymphatic system.

After lunch, I have been sat with the crochet. My back hurts more than usual today – it’s like I’m having a delayed reaction to all the driving on Saturday. Every time I get up, I groan, like I am ancient. So I’ve sat watching The Blacklist, and just had to undo and redo an entire section of crochet because I wasn’t paying enough attention.

The 14th of November.

I forgot how heavy the double duvet is. Took me ages to get comfortable underneath the weight. It’s super warm though.

Today has not involved a great deal of excitement. This morning I used my new body brush thing and all the unsupported sitting made my back unbearably painful, so much so that I couldn’t finish moisturising afterwards, and I had to get Mommy to help do my legs. I’m not sure it’s ever been so bad that I couldn’t do what I needed to. Found out today that Dr. Antrobus has actually left (not ideal), but he had written my letter before he did, so it can get sent on to Dr. Blaney who can do the bloody steroid injections!

Afternoon was more of the usual – Bones, The Blacklist, crochet. Made another irritating mistake by being distracted. Nearly finished this project now – might get the last bits done tomorrow, but I’m seeing Vicky for sick person chats so we’ll see.

I am seeing Joe at The Glee tonight, which is going to be much fun. Distraction from life garbage.

The 26th of October. 

Thought I should mention that my cough has essentially gone. The odd one here and there but generally, I am feeling much better. 

This morning, I wrote up a blog post, then got back on the crochet. We put my sleeve back on, because the numbness is still exactly the same, in intensity and area. I’m just waiting for it to be next week now – nothing will happen until then. 

After lunch, I had a hairwash, then it was time for the new episode of Riverdale. Mommy was out with Grandma for pretty much the whole afternoon, so I then settled down with the last four episodes of The Blacklist. Frustratingly, I did not get all the answers I wanted but how else would they get me to keep watching? Crochet was also somewhat irksome because I think I’m going to run out of wool. AGAIN. 

The 27th of October. 

I did not run out of wool! Close, but I managed. 

So! This morning, Daddy was off to the QE (not me for once) to have steroid injected into his ear to try to alleviate his Ménière’s. Without local anaesthetic. No thank you. I know I have plenty of steroid injections but I have the local. He will next time!

While he was doing that, I was assembling the Christmas crochet project I’ve been working on. It is now complete except for one final accessory. 

Mommy went out just after lunch to pick Daddy up from the hospital because he wasn’t supposed to travel alone, and it was at this point I put on Stranger Things 2. I got the first three episodes watched (Mike and Eleven is the purest love story of all time) and while I did that, I turned a skein of wool into a ball. I needed to do that before I use it because otherwise it gets knotted up in a tangle which is unbearable. To do this, I had to wrap it around the legs of two upturned tables while I sat on the edge of my seat, which killed my back. Being able to relax back was bloody glorious.

The 21st & 22nd; Birthday!

January 23, 2017 — 4 Comments

The 21st of January. 

Birthday! Had to get up super early which I didn’t love but it was for a good reason. I had a pain au chocolat for breakfast, then opened some of my presents. I got a box of macarons from Macarons & More from Grandma, a book token and a big journal from the Hudsons, a cheque from Taid, and some Moomin paraphernalia from Mommy and Daddy – a t-shirt, a notepad and pencil, and a wooden Little My that I need to assemble.

Our train to London was at 10:10, so we set off shortly after breakfast, and we were taken to the train by a woman with a very laissez-faire attitude which I did not care for. I also didn’t like being in coach A because it means I can’t really talk to the people I’m travelling with, but there was at least a fun baby who smiled at me when I made faces at her. 

We didn’t have time to wait for the Euston team to turn up, so got the chair off the train and went to get a cab to the South Bank, where we met up with Christine. We then went on a twenty minute trek in the cold to Where the Pancakes Are, but their misleading website said they would have some free tables for walk-ins, but there was nothing, so I told the woman she had ruined my birthday and left feeling very disappointed. 

Very nearby was a Caravan restaurant where they had many tasty dishes available and nice coffee, so then I was greatly cheered. I had a flat white, then smoked salmon and scrambled eggs on toast with a mimosa. Christine gave me my presents which were two Harrods cronuts (salted caramel and Speculoos and the zebra one), then Daddy had a pudding and I had more coffee. 

We got a taxi back to the South Bank because I couldn’t bear to get that cold again, then we had an hour to kill in the Royal Festival Hall before our Moomins exhibition tour. I went to the shop and bought a little stuffed Moomin and a bowl. 

The tour was lots of fun and very informative – it’s narrated by Sandi Toksvig, along with the tour guide, which was a lovely surprise, and there were lots of original illustrations and stuff that I would never have seen otherwise. I also really liked that they didn’t just gloss over the fact that she was gay and are teaching the children going on this tour that it’s okay and not something to be ashamed of. I think we need to be reminding kids that whatever they are is okay at the moment. The only bad bit was that it was not easy in the wheelchair – we actually had to collapse it and I did a lot of crouching in each room. It would be fine in a manual one with big wheels but the spaces are too small and the floor too uneven for anything else. We coped, but other people might not. The tour guide was very helpful and apologetic, and she promised to feed it back. 

Our next stop was Konditor & Cook to pick up my birthday cake, then we headed to the BFI for hot beverages and a rest before we had to go back to Euston. I had a hot chocolate, and did a lot of coughing which worried me but I think it was just because of the temperature change between there and outside. 

We saw many people who’d been to the Women’s March, which I would have loved to have gone to, but if I had, I would have definitely got ill. It was so cold today, I couldn’t have coped, even in a mass of people. Wonderful, but not sensible for me. 

When it was time, we said goodbye to Christine, then back to Euston. I got some Pom Bears and New Scientist, and when we got home, it was time for cake!

The 22nd of January. 

So tired today. I had a really bad night, not getting to sleep until past one, which is way too late for me. I got up at half past nine, put on some very warm clothes and settled in to spend my morning writing about yesterday. 

This afternoon, I was about to start writing the post I would have done yesterday, but then Alison came over with my birthday presents (more wool and flowers) and there was some catching up to do. Becky is full of lurgy so can’t come round herself, so we got all her news by proxy. It sounds like the cold Grandma’s got and I do not want either of their germs. 

We put the flowers she brought me in a vase, and I was able to finish my writing, which didn’t take long. Tomorrow won’t be so quick as there was a lot to say about my birthday. Then I got to work on otter number 2. I’ve made everything except his ears and snout, so I’ll get him finished this evening. When I’m done, it’ll be an early night. I need a big sleep. 

The 4th of November. 

I have taken to watching It Takes Two instead of the news because the real world is so depressing and awful. I would rather escape into the glitter. I cannot wait for the 9th of November. I just hope America don’t sentence the world to nuclear war. 

I spent my morning being invisible in the living room as Ed the financial advisor was here. I don’t know why, I was not listening, I just nod along when these things are explained to me. I just sat and crocheted Xaver and wrote up a blog post (which I nearly forgot about again). 

This afternoon, Daddy and I went to see Nocturnal Animals. It is really an excellent piece of work. The opening is shocking and brilliant, I loved it. Jake Gyllenhaal still as splendid (and handsome) as always, Amy Adams is fantastic, especially when she’s not speaking. That sounds bad, but I just mean that she can express so much in her face, she doesn’t need to talk. Aaron Taylor-Johnson is absolutely horrible (in his character) and just yes, one of the best films I have seen in a long time. 

The 5th of November. 

Up way too early for a Saturday morning, but it was necessary if we wanted to be at the NEC for half past nine. Mommy, Becky, Alison and I went to the Crafts for Christmas/Cake International Show. When we arrived, people were queueing to get in, so I took my ticket and went to get a festive caffeinated beverage before braving the crowds. 

To be honest, the craft bit was not all that inspiring. I bought a couple of balls of wool, and a unicorn kit from Toft, where I had a very nice conversation with the girl who was working there. That was it, really. I spent the majority of my time in the cake show. The Brownie Bar were there, so I bought four from them (Rich Chocolate, Triple Chocolate, Nutella and Oreo), and later on I saw another place selling all sorts of things I would’ve happily feasted upon, but I settled on just a gingerbread man and a cookie (which are enormous). 

The best thing was the cake competition – frankly unbelievable. There was a Dobby made of cake, a life-size ballerina, loads of owls, a huge BFG holding Sophie, lots of animals and people, and the most amazing sugar flowers. 

Finally, I met back up with the others, and we came home to have lunch because it had been many hours since breakfast. This afternoon I had a lovely crafty time finishing Xaver (minus his baubles) and I finally got round to watching The Outcast Comic, the documentary about Andrew Lawrencce which was really interesting. Waiting to see what he does now. 

The 25th of September.

Last night’s bad dream was that I got shot, then I was having to have another transplant but I’m not sure which organ. I would like this to stop now. Nice dreams please, brain. 

I had a nice morning in the soft pyjamas (honestly I hate taking them off; regular clothes suck), writing my blog and crocheting the last square. It turns out that I need one more to complete the blanket but I don’t have enough wool, so I’ll have to wait for another sale, then get some more to finish it. I also changed the battery in the heart rate monitor strap to see if that would fix it, but it still wouldn’t transmit. Had it worked, I would have gone to the gym this afternoon, but now that’s going to wait until tomorrow or Tuesday, depending on when my new one gets delivered. 

After lunch, I iced some cakes for Daddy to take into work tomorrow when they’re having their Macmillan coffee morning, and started working on one of my Christmas presents. I’m so organised. I am having to do it with a 2mm hook though, and boy, do my eyes hurt. I think I am going to need to do this with lots of breaks. 

I’ve had a text about collecting Rufus and he’ll be going on Thursday. A couple of days more to try to make him less skittish!

The 26th of September. 

Finally a night with no bad dreams! Not that I remember, anyway. I only recall one in which Christine was in her bedroom and the bathroom at the same time. 

I am tired because I’ve been back to the gym. My new heart rate monitor came this morning so I made sure it all worked before I went – didn’t want another surprise. Mommy had to go and pick Daddy up from work because he was feeling ill again, even though he’d taken his tablets and everything. Really hope he’s okay this weekend. I also did a bit more work on the Christmas present. 

So, the gym! On the way, I got a text from Vlad asking when I might go and do this core plan. I said I was actually nearly there, but he wasn’t around, so we agreed on Thursday. I saw Neil and paid for the rest of September, which was a whole £4.17, then went to put my stuff in a locker, where I had a panic because I thought I’d lost the lightning to headphone adapter. Thankfully I found it under the seat, which was most pleasing because a) I really didn’t want to have to buy another because I was careless and b) I didn’t want to have to listen to gym music. I did a bit more than last time and it all seemed okay – we shall see tomorrow!

The 21st of July. 

Today has been so much nicer. It is warm enough to not have to wear a cardigan but not so warm that I’m incapable of breathing. This is what I would like all the time please. 

I woke up when my alarm went off, but then went back to sleep for half an hour. The kittens are super hungry when I got their breakfast to them. This morning I did a blog post (I should stop putting that in. You know when I do a blog post. They’re here.) and had some more wool delivered. It was on sale, and I have plans for it – some green, glittery wool will make a Christmas hat, and some pink baby wool is for a baby blanket. 

This afternoon, I have done much crocheting, not on the projects mentioned above though. Poppy the flowerpot cat, from the same pattern as the teacup cat I posted. Speaking of cats, we had a visit from Oscar! He actually came into the house and was very interested in smelling the doors the kittens are behind, so I had to move him on from there. We had a lovely time in the garden though. He’s so big now! Just a huge ball of foofiness. 

Following him around with my phone was really painful. I swear my back is getting worse. I can’t wait for these appointments to come through because I can barely stand without support. 

The 22nd of July. 

I am super sleepy. I took 100mg of Tramadol earlier because the pain in my back was off the charts. I have been in agony for most of the day. Moving around this morning was ghastly. Anyway, the Tramadol did not help, not even in a happy-making way, but now it is leaving my system and I’m drowsy. 

Another quiet day. Trying more to move too much because it hurts, and I can’t even crochet because my hand keeps cramping up. Not helpful! Only real activity today has been taking the kittens to the vet for their second vaccinations. We managed to get four in pretty easily, but then Nadia was under the chair. We were able to tempt her out with Dreamies, but she was still not in a position for us to pick her up. She slowly got through the trail we had laid out and we were able to sneak up on her. She was not thrilled but we got her in. 

At the vet, a lady came out with two dogs, one of whom was very sleepy, obviously after an anaesthetic. Then it was our turn, and they were all fairly well-behaved, except for Nadia who held onto the carrier for dear life, daft thing. No concerns about anyone, they’ve all put on weight, although it would be good if Nova could put on some more. She’s only 50g more than Nettie, who is 5 weeks younger than her, so that shows how small she is. The rest are 400-500g heavier. 

I am thinking of my followers and friends in Germany tonight. It is so sad and nonsensical. You are loved.