Friday, 20 April 2012

Wibbly wobbly

Last spring we went to Little Moreton Hall (see above) and very picturesque it was too.  Today I went out for a 15 minute walk and felt distinctly like the photo.  No, not beautiful and a national treasure but very wibbly wobbly and old.  Looking back over the past couple of chemo sessions it seems around about this time (3-4 days after treatment) that I have a couple of days of just being zonked, so if I go quiet for a bit (you should be so lucky) it’ll just be because I’m flat out on the sofa being hand-fed peeled grapes by the other half.

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