I've been doing quite a lot of snoozing lately, either in bed or on the sofa. I think it's due to the current chemo but as side effects go it could be so much worse, so I will cease my whinging here.
Before I move on from the subject of cancer I just thought I'd mention that Breakthrough Breast Cancer (one of the charities we will be raising funds for at the forthcoming barn dance) has merged with Breast Cancer Campaign to form Breast Cancer Now, the largest breast cancer charity in the UK. The new website is still nauseatingly pink (don't start me on the whole pink thing) but other than that I'm impressed. They seem to be taking metastatic breast cancer seriously and their new TV advert is, I think, spot on. You can view it here.
I'm still obsessed by my tiny but, I think, lovely garden. Here's the latest - front and back
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| This is what happens if you scatter poppy seeds with wild abandon (I will be starting an opium farm shortly) |
Not content with sitting in my own garden I recently went on a tour of neighbourhood plots as part of the open gardens scheme. It was a lovely sunny afternoon and at one point we were sat in someone's garden listening to a string quartet while drinking tea and scoffing cake. It doesn't get much better than that.
Here are some edited highlights (and yes, I was very, very, jealous)
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| Herbaceous borders to kill for |
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| Someone else with a poppy fetish |
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| Swoon fest |
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| shed envy |
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| and scarecrows with attitude |
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| A Cyril look-a-like (apart from the full set of back legs) |
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| Hello handsome |
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| This one, Celeste, was in disgrace for bird murder (in full view of guests) |
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| Oh yes, he knew he was beautiful |
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