Sunday 4th November.
Thank bloody god that this week is over. What a hell of a week. Why? I hear you ask…..Well the easy and quick answer is that i had 10 appointments this week and spent my time bouncing around London going from one to the other. By Wednesday i was in a right old grumpy mood, had a few tears and hated the world. I think what happened was that on Wednesday i had 3 appointments, Harley Street, Crouch end then St John’s wood. I felt like a bouncy ball just Bouncing around the place with out stopping. Exhausting and all because of Fucking Cancer. Nothing fun in all this bouncing around like retail therapy, seeing friends or going to an exhibition. No just more poking, prodding, Zapping ( as Nick calls Radiotheropy) and chatting about side effects and so on. BORING!
It is a Glorious Weekend, started by a cheeky Friday night G and T with some neighbours, a lovely Autumnal Saturday morning dog walk with Ash, having a tea at Kenwood and bumping into some of my other dog walking mates. I can’t wait for Wednesday, Radio will be over and some sort of normality can resume. ( I think that is what really got me down this week, Normality. I am /was not going to let going to Harley Street every week day for radio become normality. Normality is getting up, nagging Noah on a week day to get up and go to school (sometimes not quite put like that!!!) and heading to the Heath for a hour long walk with my trusted friend Dolly and joined by friends. I have always called the Heath my Green Prozac. 790 acres of open green space. 790 acres of boating , duck and swimming ponds, a lake, a lido, hills, woods, a playground, running track, band stand, a couple of cafes, Kenwood house, some of the most beautiful trees and a whole host of amazing, weird and wonderful people that make up my Normal. I love this place and it has always been part of my life. Going back to Mum and Dad taking us there at weekends to feed the ducks, or to look at the boats on the boating pond and be over excited when one got stuck in the middle of the pond, trudging up Parliament Hill with my Brothers on snowy days to come down on a very old wooden toboggan as fast as hell, taking off when we hit a bump and landing hard in fits of giggles, Kit flying, on what felt like every windy day there was, with our Peter Powell Stunt Kites, it’s long plastic tail twisting and turning in the air as we desperately tried to keep them up. Always enjoying it when someone’s got caught in a tree and watching them trying to retrieve it. Cycling around the paths and of course walking just for the sake of walking. Hampstead Heath, THANK YOU.
I knew by the time i went to bed last night i was turning a corner and was feeling more like me again. Still getting tired easily but defiantly getting there. I had done 5 loads of laundry, Nick and are amazing cleaner Monica have taken on that job since i have been ill, tidied the laundry/basement storage room that Had become the general dumping ground with nothing being put on shelves or put away in the right place and spent many hours beginning a task that i had hoped i would do while at home all these months. And what is this task? Sorting through almost 30 years of photos. Job one being putting them into year order. I have some dating back to 1989 and maybe a few from boarding school days. Defiantly Sam’s, Vanessa’s, Imo’s, Rob’s and Craig’s weddings. The problem with it is i get carried away and can’t help but look at them all, send the odd one to people ( sorry Lotty) and marvel at what fun i had. I am now at the stage where all the packets are sorted into date order but seem to have a good few hundred random photos on the floor, sofas and tresses table we set up that need finding the right packet for. Not so much fun. There is a slight urgency to this job now, after them being brought down from the loft in May, winter is fast approaching and with the nights getting darker and colder i want to light a fire in the room, curl up on the safe and read, listen to my LP’s or watch TV. None of which i can do with the chaos and carnage I have created… I think if i remember rightly starting this job about 15 years but obviously did not get very far.
So to avoid this job today i have walked the dog, done another load of washing and baked a sprinkle cake and 2 different types of cookies ( Snickerdoodles and Ginger Crisps). Not forgetting writing this blog. Cake is for the family and friends who might pop in and most of the cookies are to take with me on Tuesday to the lovely team who give me my Radiotheropy everyday. Tuesday is my last one and it’s worth acknowledging and celebrating. HIP HIP HOORAY!
Time to get. On with my afternoon…. Check your Bumps for Lumps everyone. Until next time, Be Happy, life is too short make the bloody most of it, even if it is baking like a mad woman.
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UPDATE SECTION.
Appointments so far: 89.
Hair growth: It’s coming back!
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