Writing this with a heavy heart, but have decided to put this blog on hold for the time being. My energies and enthusiasms are more engaged at present with my new cycling, bipolar and sportswear blog: Www.rapidcyclistwordpresscom.wordpress.com Can’t write two blogs everyday and it is making me stressed trying to keep up with both of […]
Ridiculously tired after a full day of spin, shopping, walk, writing the other blog and bath. Mind has gone blank. This evening, still need to: 1. Make gin cocktail for Ginuary: www.ginuary.com, http://www.ginuary.org. Have some freshly-squeezed apple juice so will use that. 2. Reapply dressings which have come off scars. Tried to photograph them […]
1. Have started a new blog: http://www.rapidcyclingwordpresscom.wordpress.com It’s not going to be anonymous and will be about bipolar, cycling and breast cancer. Am excited about it. 2. Have been clearing out wardrobe: some clothes and shoes and handbags are going to the Blue Cross to raise money for the pets. 3. Have a new pair […]
“Do you know what this is, my lovely?” Seb says, gesturing at the television. “Ummmm,” I say. There’s Vanessa Redgrave and Emma Thompson clad in Edwardian gear: long skirts, velvet hats, high-necked blouses. It’s a period film but am not sure what. “It’s Howards End,” Seb says, sounding cheerful. “This is the film that made […]
Survived the operation. Will write more tomorrow. Before: After: The nipple has gone as that’s where ductal carcinoma originates I think. Am pleased with the way my chest looks I think, although: 1. 3 drains in. 2. Pain: so much. 3. Catheter. 4. No fluffy monster here. 5. No Mr Fluffypants. 6. […]
“Why am I not allowed to sleep?” MadFatRunner texts at 2.37am. See the message when wake up and switch on phone at 4.07. “Nor me. Just woke up,” I message back. Am anxious about the operation which is Tomorrow now. Argh. No answering message from her, so let’s hope she’s sleeping now. Am writing this […]
Friday Favourites (sorry to copy you Hannah Gale http://www.hannahgale.co.uk) 1. Cuddling the Keeshond in the attached photo on his sofa. 2. Whilst watching House Of Cards. At last. It’s good. 3. Walking with this fluffy person in the woods and meeting his friend, a Finnish Lapphund: 4. Partaking of mulled wine with Mr Fluffball in […]
“I’m not going to write a blog about this match if there isn’t anything to say,” I say to the parentals. Thirteen minutes into the first semi-final and Novak is leading Rafa 3 – 0. “What do you mean?” Dad says, looking up from his Financial Times. “Well if Novak just wins 6 – […]
“I’ve found some ‘Winston Churchill’ daffodil bulbs for you,” Mum says, kneeling on the decking in my garden. “Thank you, Mum,” I say. Who would have thought that Adulthood would consist of counting-down-the-days-till-can-see-my-parentals each week, I think. After Mum has planted my bulbs, she tidies my bookshelves. “Mum, please can you help me change […]
“What are you doing?” I ask Mum from underneath my furry blanket. “Just moving some photographs around,” Mum says. “Why don’t you sit here with me and do the crossword?” I say. “You’re always saying that you want to see me, and now I’m here you…” “Finished the crossword,” Mum says. “Anyway, you’re writing the […]
Scars, Tears and Training Bras 