Feel like I’m working hard at Spin but the days of illness have taken a toll on my fitness. Here is graph:
You can see me with The Boss in the attached photo.
Dad takes me back to flat, where emerald green velvet trousers have arrived. Look:
I love them. Am regretting not purchasing the matching top a bit:
I thought it would look a bit tracksuity but now I don’t know what to wear on top half. What do you think?
Yet another phone charger has died so am going to post this before I run out of battery.
Have just achieved some writing for the first time in four days and Memoir now stands at 76,003 words, so that’s good. Less than a month to go before have to send it to Agent. Argh!
It’s 4.25pm and is dark outside. Am sipping lemon squash.
Am going with a chum to see Battle Of The Sexes, about Billie Jean King’s tennis match against Bobby Riggs, on Tuesday. So am looking forward to that.
Had a look at my chemotherapy card for the bisphosphonates which lists diarrhoea as a side effect. So maybe I should start taking the hair pills again.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*1989. By Philip Kerr. A Bernie Gunther historical thriller, set in Berlin in 1936.