|Mr Charm and Personality|
Today saw another helpful suggestion from the other-half. I was resting on the sofa (more on this excitement later) when he waltzed in to the room wearing cress on his head, asking if I’d like it as a wig. He says he is thinking of bringing out a line of edible hairpieces – including strawberries and tomatoes for summer. No doubt he will still also expect me to eat said cress even though it’s been on his bonce. I must have done something terrible in a previous life.
The nurse’s warning about the after effects of chemo being cumulative was accurate. It’s now eight days since my last treatment and although I feel a lot better than I did at the weekend, I still have to rest every time I do anything. So today went something like had bath, had a rest, had breakfast, had a rest, made bed, had a rest etc etc. Dull, dull, dull!
But maybe I shouldn’t complain about ‘dull’ after the latest cat-astrophe. During the night, unbeknown to us, Cyril knocked a vase of flowers over a jigsaw in progress. Result? About 100 pieces of soggy disintegrated jigsaw and a cat in disgrace.