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A couple of Easters ago we had a family get-together in Wales and,
unbelievably, had unseasonably warm weather.
Sis no 2 had bought us all chocolate bunnies. Sadly we went out for the day leaving two of them
near a window. The picture above shows
what we found on our return. It also
demonstrates how I’ve been feeling recently – a very flopsy bunny.
The last lot of chemo has banished my bounce
and made my ears droop. It’s only a week
and a half until I have another load of swamp juice and although I’m not
looking forward to it, it isn’t all bad news as at least I’ll get another three days
worth of steroids and so, hopefully, will be rushing around like a maniac for a
few days. This will be a welcome change.
Acutally, I have been feeling a bit more lively over the
past couple of days and got out and about yesterday with Sis No 3 and Nephew No
2. Neph No 2 caused some distress to his
father while watching Euro 2012 by referring to goals as ‘points’ and then some
distress to me by referring to football as ‘soccer’. This is what comes from being born and bought
up in Australia. However, I have graciously forgiven him as he
presented me with some very fancy tea
from Fortnum and Mason, the sort of tea that requires respect in its
serving. I will be trying it in the next
few days using a teacup and saucer, wearing a floral dress and possibly employing
the services of a butler. A tea-tasting
report will be posted here. Stay tuned
for more excitement.
First of all, I don't believe this story because there is no sun in the UK, therefore chocolate couldn't possibly melt.
ReplyDeleteSecondly, we here in convict land are very aware that you call it football. It is mentioned here in every sports report about the game. Every. Sports. Report. We call it soccer because we know it gives you the shits. (There you go, I included your favourite Australianism as well, just to make you feel a bit better)
Hope you're feeling more like hard chocolate soon. xx