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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