I went to The Haven in Hereford (a centre for
people with breast cancer) to meet up with some fellow secondary breast cancer
bods. It was a mixture of
interesting/reassuring/little bit scary, but I’m glad I went. That wasn’t the funny bit though.
The train journey to Hereford was
interesting. Firstly the guard was
unusually jolly when checking the tickets.
Then the cleaner came along and asked if we wanted our table
cleaned. When I said “yes please”, he
handed me his spray can and cloth and said “I only asked if you wanted the table cleaned, I didn’t say I’d
do it”. Then the refreshment chap pushed
his trolley through the carriage crying “snake venom, albatross, squirrel on a
stick”. Truly it was the comedy train.
Then to finish the day off
on an even higher note I came to find a belated Christmas present had been
delivered, and here it is …
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| Yes, really. |
Watch out anyone with a birthday soon, you'll be getting your very own cat hair finger puppet.
And now I'm off for a lie down. Who knows what tomorrow will bring.
So what's the first step? Shave Cyril?
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