Murder With Cucumber Sandwiches*

More petunias
First cucumber 🥒 of the season
Fluffball performing his nursing duties

Wake up at seven o’clock. Have breakfast. Return to sleep till half past nine.

Visit oncologist. We are stopping chemo as it has made me too ill to continue with it. This is a relief.

There is a possibility that I may be suitable for a new hormone treatment. Must have a blood test to decide this. Please send thoughts and prayers that I will be able to have this treatment.

I go out near the end of the appointment so Mum can talk to oncologist on her own for a bit.

Have lunch and meditate and sleep. Wake up and Mum’s Bridge ♥️ ♦️ friends are here, so I sit with them outside – it’s warmer today and not raining – and have my snack. They leave at 4.40pm or so and then it’s time for my supper.

After supper: go to bed 🛌 and my nurse is already in position. He is grooming himself.

Having now finished grooming himself: he is sleeping: the most precious angel 😇.

Am looking forward to Pilates tomorrow and to feeling better as the chemo side effects wear off.

Happy Thursday everyone!

*2019. By Karen Rose Smith. A Daisy’s Tea Garden mystery, book 3.

The Baby-Snatcher*

Wake up at seven thirty after going to sleep at six o’clock last night.

Go for a walk with Mum up to the house martins’ house. We stand in front of the nests and it’s a magical experience: the little birds swoop and dive all around us and we can hear the chicks chirping in their mud nests under the beams.

Katie from the synagogue comes for her every-two-weeks visit: it is so good to see her.

Then Dad takes me to visit my darling cousin and her new very pretty baby:

It is great to see her enjoying motherhood and being so happy and relaxed.

We have a tour around her lovely new house too.

Return for lunch and sleep. Don’t manage to sleep for that long. Have bath 🛁 and then have supper in the garden in the sunshine.

Fluffball comes in and sucks up a fur ball. Then he has his supper. Now he’s come in to look after me. I’m so lucky to have my precious boy: we really did think we’d lost him forever, back in October. Thank G-d we found him 🥰.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

*2013. By Anne Cleeves. Book Six in the Inspector Ramsey mystery novel series.


Sorry for the lack of blog yesterday but was asleep almost all day. Manage Barre and blood 🩸 tests at the hospital 🏥 but then Fluffball sat on my bed and stared at me until I got in: which he’s just done now:

Yesterday: Sleep from twelve o’clock in the afternoon until three, then out of bed 🛌 for snack, back into bed, out of bed at five o’clock for supper and then bath 🛁 and back into bed for my pre-night-time sleep.

The best and fluffiest nurse in the world 🥰

The cancer hospital 🏥 phones. My platelets are still low: down from fifty seven last week to fifty two this week. Am disappointed to be missing another week of chemo, but at the same time relieved to have an explanation for the extreme exhaustion.

Mum asks if I can have a platelet transfusion but apparently I’m not allowed until platelets are below twenty five.

At nine o’clock – after nine hours of nursing me – Fluffball goes to tell Mum that I need my pills. Then he goes off duty for the night and I sleep till six o’clock this morning.

Wake up feeling a lot better. My Macmillan nurse 👩‍⚕️ visits and we sit in the garden. The weather has turned very cold: about sixteen degrees now but far colder this morning when I’m sitting outside in trousers, a cashmere cardigan and a sports jacket. It is good to have someone who cares with whom to talk.

Pilates is good this morning. It’s just three of us, all advanced, so it’s a difficult class which I enjoy.

Speak to a couple of friends. Despite everything, feel cheerful. It’s a rubbish situation where I’m too ill to have my treatment because the treatment itself makes me so ill.

On the plus side: my adopted rhino 🦏 in Kenya has just fathered his fifth calf. The garden is full of baby starlings: I counted seven. And I have the best and fluffiest nurse in the world.

In other positive news: I’m meeting a very special person tomorrow: my darling cousin’s baby. Can’t wait to see her.

England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 are playing the Czech Republic 🇨🇿 tonight but I’ll be asleep by then. Wimbledon very soon and fingers crossed 🤞 for one more title for Roger. That would cheer everyone up.

Happy Tuesday everyone!

*2018. By Joe Ide. An Isiah Quintabe murder mystery novel, book three.

Something Fresh*

Sorry for the lack of blog everyone. I was asleep for about twenty hours, with Fluffball looking after me: he’s the best nurse.

This morning I wake up at six o’clock and have my breakfast and then it’s back to sleep till seven. It is good to be sleeping until later in the morning but I’m definitely under-the-weather.

Go for a drive with Mum and it’s nice. Come back and walk around the garden and see these pinks:

Have lunch and then return to sleep. Talk with a friend till I wake up.

Have supper and then find Fluffball in my bed: indicating that he wants me to climb in with him.

Finish Heavy Weather and start the first book in the Blandings Castle series: Something Fresh.

Dad takes some photos of me with Fluffball. We need a really good one for the cover of the Memoir:

This posture curled round Fluffball is uncomfortable so I’m going to say goodbye for now.

Happy Sunday everyone!

*1915. By PG Wodehouse. Coming novel. Book 1 in the Blandings Castle series.

In The Frame*

There is a large Fluffball taking up most of my bed as I write this. He is the best company, which is good as it’s quite difficult to squeeze self around him.

We have a bit of a disappointing day. Zoom Pilates is good but then I am meant to go to a party but can’t as it’s raining. I have been looking forward to this event.

It’s torrential rain 🌧 all day. Settle down for my sleep from one o’clock until three thirty.

When I wake up: the parentals are home and we watch Cameron Norrie vs Aslan Karatsev from yesterday.

Have supper: scrambled egg 🥚 on toast with tenderstem broccoli 🥦 and asparagus.

Mum helps me with my bath 🛁 and then I follow Fluffball into my bedroom. He can sense when I’m not well and need him. He’s such a precious angelic nurse.

Right: had better do my Tarot Card For The Day.

Happy Friday everyone!

*1976. By Dick Francis. Murder mystery thriller.

Perfect Petunias And Murder*

Wake up and have breakfast at six o’clock and then fall back to sleep until seven thirty. Yesterday late afternoon I slept from six o’clock till nine twenty when Mum arrived to give my pills.

It’s cold and rainy today. Whilst I’m doing my Personal Training at ten thirty, Mum sneaks out and attends the garden centre without me.

New petunia “Night Sky”
Another new petunia

The colour scheme in the wall is black petunias and pink geraniums. It looks very striking. Photos coming soon.

Have lunch in the garden in a break between rain 🌧 showers. Meditate 🧘‍♀️ and sleep for not-long-enough.

Watch Andy’s second round match with Mum. He doesn’t appear to be in pain, which is good, but Berrettini beats him easily. The commentators say that he is making a lot of errors due to lack of match play. He may well do Eastbourne before Wimbledon.

Looks like it’s Full Steam Ahead with the Memoir, which agent and her assistant love. She thinks a good cover photo would be Fluffball and me, so am going to get up tomorrow and ask Dad to take some pictures.

Now I have to pull my Tarot Card of the Day and write it up.

Happy Thursday everyone!

*2019. By Miranda Brickett. Book Five in The Prarie Crocus Cozy Mystery series.

The Searcher*

Here I am with my cousin’s new puppy who I met yesterday. He’s a whippet and at the moment he’s very soft and velvety, although his fur will become coarser. He seems very sweet and good-natured.

I go to bed about seven o’clock last night and then wake up at half past eight. I’m confused as to whether or not I’ve slept till the next morning. It turns out that I haven’t. Mum gives me my pills and I wake up at about six o’clock this morning, have my breakfast and then return to sleep till half past seven.

Do a recording of a Pilates class that my lovely teacher sent me, so although they’re all at the studio without me, at least I’m exercising.

Go up to the farm with Mum and we purchase some food: marmalade, fudge and coffee ice cream 🍨. We also visit the greengrocer and buy a pineapple 🍍amongst other things. It’s too busy for me to accompany Mum into the shop so I don’t know what else is in the two bags of fruit and vegetables.

Card of the Day is Justice from my gorgeous Neon Moon 🌙 Tarot Deck, given to me by some friends and cousins.

Meditate 🧘‍♀️ and sleep, but not for long enough. Sit in garden 🪴 with Mum whilst she plants the summer flowers in the hanging baskets: geraniums and Busy Lizzies.

Then it’s my bath 🛀 followed by watching Andy Murray’s First Round match from yesterday.

Then we go out to look for Fluffball and find him in the hedge at the front of the house. Picking him up, I carry him through to his bedroom whilst Mum closes all the doors and windows.

I’m just going to post this and then go to sleep.

Happy Wednesday everyone!

*2020. By Tana French. Crime thriller set in rural Ireland.

Concern For The Nervous Disposition Of Whippets*

Wake up at six o’clock this morning and have my breakfast. Then go back to sleep until Mum wakes me up at quarter past nine.

It’s another hot 🥵 sunny day. I have a special visitor:

It’s So Good to see my Gandalf. Kiss and cuddle him. He is limping quite badly because of his arthritis and his owner had just been at the vet, collecting a stronger medication for him – poor boy.

Do Pilates and work really hard. There are just three of us in the class – the most advanced ones – so we do Difficult Moves using the roller.

Mum’s friend is here after their walk so chat to him and have lunch in the garden 🪴.

There is pandemonium as the new fridge arrives: the old one died aged forty one. Here is new one:

Meditate 🧘‍♀️ and sleep, but not for long enough. Wake up and watch Dan Evans playing the new Australian, Popyrin.

Receive a message from my Agent that she has just read the Memoir and she loves it so much that she didn’t want it to stop. So it looks like you’re going to receive another book from me after all.

Go to my aunt and uncle’s house to meet the new puppy. He is a whippet called Teddy:

He is soft and velvety and seems very friendly.

Now am home and we have captured Fluffball and am going to sleep.

Happy Tuesday everyone!

*2019. By Adrian Bentley. Crime thriller fiction novel.

A Madness Of Sunshine*

Wake up at about six o’clock this morning and do my Tarot Card For The Day:

Have to be at cancer hospital for blood 🩸 tests and there is terrible traffic: what should be a ten minute journey takes forty five!

Work really hard at Barre and then we go to my parental friends for lunch (see top photo). It’s another hot, sunny day.

During lunch, someone phones from the cancer hospital 🏥 to say that my platelets are low – 52 – so I can’t have chemo tomorrow. I feel quite despondent about this.

Meditate and have a short sleep. Now am at cancer hospital waiting to see radiologist. Can’t wait to return to bed.

Go in to see radiologist. Am so tired. Show him the burn on my back and tell him that the back pain is still severe. He says that the treatment works in nine out of ten people, but, yet again, I’m in the group for which things don’t work. Cry 😭. He says I must be very tired and that he’s sorry that the treatment hasn’t worked. He is a nice man.

At home, Mum finds Fluffball in the back garden and maybe he will come and see me after his supper.

Happy Monday everyone!

*2019. By Nalini Singh. Mystery suspense novel.

The Football Murder*

Fluffball helps me do a Tarot Reading this morning. Then I take him in to Mum for his breakfast and fall asleep again till half past eight, which is lovely.

Chat to Ben and Suzy and then go to Burston’s with Mum.

“Now, you’re not to let me get any more salvias,” Mum says. Then she spots one which is a different yellow from our yellow one, so I fail in my task:

New yellow salvia

Home, we walk around the garden 🪴. It’s another hot, sunny day. The red and yellow rose is flowering:

So is one of the new roses:

A red salvia:

One more oriental poppy:

Another peony:

Parentals go out for lunch. I stay here and have lunch and meditate 🧘‍♀️ but can’t sleep.

The England 🏴󠁧󠁢󠁥󠁮󠁧󠁿 versus Croatia 🇭🇷 football ⚽️ match is on and I’m watching it. We are a goal up with just eight minutes of play remaining. The players look so young, and indeed Jude Bellingham who has just come on is just seventeen. Haven’t watched football ⚽️ for ages and it’s fun. Meanwhile in the tennis, Stefanos Tsitsipas has taken the first set from Novak. Come on Stefanos!

Three years ago today, my friend sent me this elephant 🐘:

This photo of Fluffball came up on my Timehop too, which is one of my favourite pictures of my precious angel:

I’m going to have a bath 🛁 and an early night: busy day tomorrow with blood tests at nine o’clock and then Barre and then radiologist at ten to five.

Happy Sunday everyone!

*2020. By Roy Lewis. An Eric Ward mystery novel.