I have given up online Boggle for Lent. This has made me grumpy (but not as grumpy as my inability to find a photograph to illustrate my fed-up-ness with the deprivation). The other-half reckons I was addicted, just because I used to shout at him if he dared to speak to me, or indeed breathe, during my two hour long Boggle sessions.
Fear not though, I’m still finding reasons to shout at him even without the irritating Boggle interruptions. The other day I informed him he was ‘relentlessly annoying’ so he told me he was giving up being married for Lent. I should, grudgingly, also point out that he cooked a surprise Valentines breakfast (scrambled egg, smoked salmon accompanied by red rose). We don’t usually ‘do’ Valentines Day so this was a big deal. Mind you since then he has blotted his copybook by repeatedly pointing out that I didn’t get him anything in return and how much he would love to receive a massive Easter egg. Dream on matey.
Since I last posted I’ve had another Herceptin top-up, a pre-op assessment (surgery scheduled for 28th February) and an appointment with the oncologist. Yet another new one, Smokey (he looks like Smokey Robinson). Smokey was upbeat and even spoke about the monitoring procedure should the disease remain stable for a couple of years. This is the first time any oncologist has mentioned the possibility of me being around in two years time so I’m a Smokey fan. (For any long term readers Smokey also informed me that the Anti-Doogie has left the hospital and gone to Kuwait. And he never even said goodbye).