The new me. (Picture from here) |
I’ve been on sick leave from
work since I was diagnosed with cancer in January. First of all I was too bonkers to work. Then, once chemo started, I was either
feeling grotty or had a pathetic resistance to infections. However, the stay-at-home scenario now looks
like becoming permanent as it’s almost a dead cert that I’m going to get early
retirement on grounds of ill-health. My
employer’s independent doctor has approved my request, so it’s now just a case
of tying up loose ends and, bingo, I’ll be retired.
As far as I’m concerned this is A Very Good Thing as I was made for a life of leisure. I always claim that a terrible mistake was
made at hospital when I was born. Obviously I was destined for a life of idleness and must have been born to
incredibly rich parents, which can only mean that a dreadful baby-swapping incident must have taken place. You might claim that this theory doesn’t really stack up seeing as I was
born at home, not in a hospital, but that's just nit-picking.
In view of the early retirement news the
other-half has been making remarks about how I’ll be able to have his dinner
ready on the table when he gets home from work.
I might have fuelled his crazed delusions by starting my learn-to-knit
course this week, thereby giving the impression that I’ve come over all
home-makery. However, I have to report
that I was the worst in knitting class, even another pupil got cross at my
inability to cast-on with confidence. Luckily I have no pride so I don’t care in the
slightest, although I have to confess I have
looked at casting-on videos on YouTube.
Stand by for further reports on my knitting adventures.
Talking of YouTube I have,
of course, been looking at videos of cats, which is what the internet was
invented for surely. Have you seen
this? It brightened my day no end. (Thanks for pointing it out M.)