|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.)