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).
Happily to fill the
time previously taken up by Boogle I have found (via Useless Beauty) a brilliant
blog called Streetmogs. I suggest you
rush there now for an immediate cat fix.
