Grass*
Mum drives me to Dolly’s house so we can walk her. We don’t make it to the top of Primrose Hill, due to my breathing, but walk around the park through some trees. It is lovely to see Dolly and to cuddle her. You can see us in the above photos.
Mum has had an idea that we ought to go on a river cruise as that will be a low-stress holiday for me. We find one down the Rhine but that is sold out. The travel agency is attempting to find another one for us.
We are sitting in the garden. It’s not so hot today. It’s 22 degrees now at 6.02pm and was just 18 degrees when we walked Dolly.
The fluffy monster has come to join us and has flopped down under a little table.
Start my second cycle of chemotherapy drugs today and already have nausea and a new side effect: sore roof of mouth.
The panther lies on the grass grooming himself, rasping his flank with his sandpapery tongue.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
*2009. By Cathy MacPhail. Murder mystery novel.