The Body In The Library*

Do what I can at Spin. It’s The Boss’s class – here we are:

Here is graph:

After lunch I go for a walk with Mum. I have been sleeping for ages: wake up at 5.45pm.

Am sad because a year ago today I was with New Chap. Look:

My health has deteriorated so much since then. He’s meant to be visiting me “over the summer” but I don’t know when. I miss him.

On the plus side: have just rescued a beautiful dragonfly which was buzzing around the windows in the living room. Think he’s this one: the Emperor dragonfly:

Last night we watch The Body In The Library, which is good.

It’s hot again today so am sitting on the grey sofa with the fan on. The panther lies on the floor at my feet, chin resting on his front paws.

Happy Sunday everyone!

*1942. By Agatha Christie. Miss Marple detective novel.


Do a bit better at Spin. Here is graph:

See Dr Stein my psychiatrist. He thinks that I seem a bit less miserable than last time he saw me, so that’s good. Hopefully mood will come up soon. He wonders whether the chemotherapy drugs are stopping mood coming up, which I guess we can’t know. All we can hope is that mood will come up: it’s been low for almost four months now which is Too Long.

Am sitting in the garden with parentals. Somewhere out in The Wild there is a fluffy monster. It’s hot today: not as hot as it has been but still shorts and vest top weather at 5.09pm.

Am feeling sick as usual. All around me, my Spin leggings are drying in the sunshine. The panther lies on the table in front of me: chin resting on his front paws, dozing. Next to me, Mum is reading the RSPB magazine. Can hear a wood pigeon cooing.

Happy Saturday everyone!

*2016. By Ed Kurtz. Crime thriller about a sociopathic killer.

Walking Into Murder*

Have a lovely walk with Gandalf. Here we are:

Kiss him on the top of his head and cuddle him. It’s so good to see him. Manage the whole walk, so that’s good – Mum doesn’t have to leave me resting on a log as she did last week.

This could be because we set off at 9.30am before it gets too hot. Last week was concerned that Gandalf was overheating so I’ve moved today’s walk earlier to avoid that.

We have a good walk. Then we go to the cancer hospital to pick up some more of my anti-sickness pills.

On my return home, watch a bit of Wimbledon recorded last week. It’s some mixed doubles. Am watching it now.

Have just heard the fluffy monster meowing at Mum for more food. He’s sitting outside the kitchen door, waiting.

Have been sleeping. Can hear Mum listening to the radio in the kitchen. The panther lies next to me on the sofa, resting his head on my thighs.

Happy Friday everyone!

*2010. By Joan Dahr Lambert. Murder mystery novel.

Appointment With Death*

Do what I can at Spin. Here I am with The Master:

Here is graph:

Once the panther goes away and leaves me alone, ought to be able to work harder at Spin. He’s been here for almost four months. It’s high time that he was on his way.

Have just cuddled my fluffy monster. He’s so soft and such an excellent cuddle monster. We’re outside in the garden. Can hear the drip, drip, drip of the automatic watering system.

There’s a blue tit on the peanut feeder. Mum was out here with me but she’s disappeared.

Call the hospital earlier to tell them that I need more anti-sickness tablets. We will pick them up after walking Gandalf tomorrow. Walking him at 9.30am to make sure it’s not too hot for him.

Watch Appointment With Death last night. Haven’t read/ seen it for a while. It’s excellent.

Happy Thursday everyone!

*1938. By Agatha Christie. Hercule Poirot detective novel.

Doors Open*

Am keeping a disgruntled fluffy monster company in the parental bedroom. Mum has shut us in here as the fluffy monster has come in and they’re going out for dinner so she doesn’t want him disappearing again. She also doesn’t want to shut all the doors and windows, so we’re shut in here whilst all around us, bits of the house are still open.

Here’s the fluffy one:

Work hard at Spin this morning. Here I am with The Master:

Here is graph:

Am a bit discouraged that am not improving, but I suppose the thing is that am having chemotherapy and suffering its side effects, so must just be pleased with self for attending Spin and pleased with whatever I manage. After all, am not recovering at the moment, am undergoing treatment.

Have finished Circe already: it’s excellent.

The fluffy monster is now crouched by the door. He wants to get out of this room and, presumably, into a room containing some food. Or maybe he feels that he deserves more time outside. He’s going to be disappointed there.

Have an iced coffee in here. The panther lies on the bed next to me, resting his heavy head on my shoulder.

Mum moves us into the fluffy monster’s bedroom and gives him some food. Can hear him crunching through it. It’s a bit cooler in here.

Mum opens the door to the room we’re in. “I’ve shut all the doors and windows,” she says. “So the fluffy monster can come out of here.”

He saunters off.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

*2008. By Ian Rankin. Thriller.


Walk Dolly with Mum. She is very pleased to see us and rugby-tackles both of us from behind when we arrive.

“Cross your arms, turn your back on her and say ‘No’,” I say to Mum. “She’s not allowed to do that.”

We walk to Primrose Hill and Mum takes photos of us – see above. It’s not too hot this morning, about 20 degrees. Cuddling Dolly, I stroke the top of her head.

When we arrive home, my neighbour has left a present for me. Look:

It’s really good: have been reading it in the garden. Loved The Song Of Achilles. Can heartily recommend Circe.

Have just caught the fluffy monster behind a tree in the rockery and he’s indoors now. Will go in to be with him soon.

Before my sleep this afternoon, watch the conclusion of the Men’s Doubles Final which is won by Mike Bryan and Jack Sock.

The panther lies on the terrace, resting his head on his front paws, his eyes closed. Every so often he flicks an ear or twitches the tip of his tail.

Happy Tuesday everyone!

*2018. By Madeline Miller. Novel about Circe, the nymph and enchantress.

A Very English Scandal*

Wake up feeling sick so take my anti-sickness pill. Make it to Spin and feel better once I’m there. Here is graph:

Work hard at Spin. When I get home, finish reading Penelope Lively’s Life In The Garden whilst sitting in the garden.

Watch some of the Men’s Double’s Final with Mum that we recorded the other day. Am very sad that Wimbledon is finished.

Now am watching A Very English Scandal about Jeremy Thorpe. It’s ever so good. It stars Hugh Grant as Jeremy Thorpe and Ben Whishaw as Norman Scott.

Have just cuddled my fluffy monster. He is so soft and orange. Now he has gone outside.

The panther lies on the floor at my feet. He is grooming himself: rasping his flank with a sandpapery tongue.

The attached photo is with The Master at Spin this morning.

Happy Monday everyone!

*2018. TV miniseries. Written by Russell T Davies and John Preston. Directed by Stephen Frears. Stars Hugh Grant, Ben Whishaw, Alex Jennings and Patricia Hodge.

Champion’s Choice*

Wake up feeling sick again but take my anti-sickness pill and go to Spin. Feel better once I get there. Here is graph:

Watch the first two sets of the Wimbledon Men’s Final which Novak Djokovic takes 6 – 2 6 – 2. Kevin Anderson’s first serve percentage is down and he’s not getting anywhere on Novak’s serve. He seems exhausted and possibly injured. We’re watching the third, and I now know final set now. Novak is delivering a masterclass as he heads towards his fourth Wimbledon title.

Am itchy all over which I presume is a side effect of my chemo drug.

The panther lies next to me, resting his chin on the arm of the sofa. He gazes at the television with amber eyes.

The attached photo is with The Master at Spin this morning.

Happy Sunday everyone!

*1940. By John Tunis. Children’s tennis novel.

Advantage Miss Jackson*

Wake up with bad nausea but make it to Spin and feel better once am there. Here is graph:

Average effort 71% – that’s the best so far since I’ve started wearing my monitor again.

We catch up on the third set of Rafael Nadal vs Novak Djokovic from last night. The match starts again at 1pm and Novak wins it eventually after hours of wonderful tennis.

Have my sleep. Have just woken up and now watching the Women’s Final recorded earlier between Serena Williams and Angelique Kerber.

Have just shelled yet more peas and broad beans. At this period of the summer am shelling them every day. It’s exhausting.

Haven’t seen that fluffy monster since about twelve o’clock when he comes in, shouts loudly at Mum for some food and then saunters out again. He can be quite a rude person where Food is concerned.

It’s 6.19pm now. We’ll probably watch this till suppertime and watch a Midsomer Murders after supper: there’s one on later.

The panther lies on the floor at my feet, cleaning himself. Licking a paw, he wipes it across his face.

The attached photo is with The Boss at Spin today.

Happy Saturday everyone!

*1991. By Michael Hardcastle. Teenage fiction tennis novel.

Morning Glory Murders*

Wake up with severe nausea so cancel Spin.

Finally there are some flowers on the morning glory:

Go back to sleep and Dad wakes me up at 10.20am. Put some clothes on and walk Gandalf with Mum. He’s so pleased to see me. Here we are:

Towards the end of the walk it is hot and Gandalf is panting and am worried about him. It’s 20 degrees but feels hotter. Am going to ask Gandalf’s owner if can walk him earlier in the day next week: don’t want him to overheat. Give him cuddles. Have missed my favourite boy.

We’ve been watching the Wimbledon semi-final between 6 ft 8 Kevin Anderson and 6 ft 10 John Isner for most of its four hours. We’re now in the fifth set. There have been three tiebreaks but we can’t have one in this final set. So it could be a while before we see Rafa and Novak.

The panther lies on the sofa next to me, resting his head on my thighs. Stroking the soft back of his neck, I gaze at the television.

Happy Friday everyone!

*2010. By Phyllis Fisher. Murder mystery novel.