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.
Don’t manage a blog yesterday, so am sorry about that: I do it now.
Wake up about five o’clock yesterday morning. Do some of my Astrology homework 📄 📖.
At six o’clock: Fluffball is lying on the floor in the hallway looking distressed.
“Breakfast, Fluffball?” I say, and he does running towards his food bowl. Give him some food. Find out a bit later that he hadn’t asked Mum for his middle-of-the-night snack. You’d think that having survived up the tree 🌳 for three weeks, he wouldn’t still need feeding every couple of hours, but he does.
Work hard at Pilates: there is a new person in the class, so that’s very good. She seems to enjoy it. Excitingly, Suzy is going to try out Pilates today: hope she loves it and will keep attending.
Walk to post box and see the house martins that live at the house opposite the letter box. They swoop and turn in the sky: gorgeous little creatures.
Parental friends come round for Brunch and we sit in the garden in the twenty degree sunshine. Here I am:
Go to bed about one thirty after taking off all my make up. Sleep till three thirty. Meditate and sleep.
Wake up and eat my mango 🥭 and chocolate 🍫 brownie in the garden. Talk to Mum.
Have my bath 🛁 and Mum sits with me. She changes the dressing on the radiotherapy burn on my back and says that it’s Much Worse which is not what we want. Mum will speak to Macmillan nurse today about it. It is Very Itchy.
Have supper and quick chat with brother then am back in bed at six o’clock. Fluffball comes in to sit with me: he cleans his beautiful fur whilst lying under my dressing table.
Chat to MadFatRunner for a bit and am asleep at eight o’clock. Wake up at five o’clock this morning and do my Tarot Card For June:
Listening to Nick Drake. It looks to be another blue sky and sunshine 🌞 day.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
1968/69. Song by Nick Drake from the album Five Leaves Left.
Wake up crying about my ex-boss being dead. I have Bad Janet Days sometimes, just not as often as before. My darling ex-colleague whom I haven’t seen since the funeral comes round and we have flat whites and salted caramel chocolate 🍫 brownies from Costa with orange melon 🍈 and coffee ice cream 🍨.
It’s warm – twenty degrees – and sunny 🌞 and we sit in the garden 🪴 on a blanket.
Then she helps me with my bath 🛁 and puts a new dressing on my radiotherapy burn.
We talk about old times and I do a Tarot Reading for her face to face. I can hardly remember anything and then keep looking in the book 📖. I will stick to online readings until I have had more face-to-face practise. On the plus side the cards gave a resounding Yes! Go for it! to her question about whether or not to do something life-changing so that is good.
Meditate 🧘♀️ but can’t sleep. Get up and talk to brother briefly and then Suzy whilst she is on a long drive to deepest South London.
Mum comes to get me from flat and we change my sheets as it’s hot in the flat at night and I sweat all over them. I put the heating down at night but the temperature even with no hearing is about twenty degrees.
Do a wash and hang the clothes on the airer when I wake up from my sleep. Put dishwasher on and take out rubbish and recycling before I go.
Arrive home to find Fluffball in the front garden. Mum calls him but he doesn’t come in and vanishes.
Have my supper: toasted goat cheese and pesto sandwich 🥪 with raw spinach.
Mum goes out again to look for Fluffball and finds him in the hedge. She rattles his food bowl and he does running to get to his supper. Thank G-d. I was worried that he’d gone missing again.
Now am back in bed under my summer blanket which is dark purple velvet.
On the not-plus-side I have cystitis so will have to get something to treat it with tomorrow.
Happy Sunday everyone!
*2021. By Linwood Barclay. Murder mystery thriller.
So last night I went to bed at 5.45pm, straight after supper. Fluffball was comfortable on my screwed up duvet and blanket so I picked him up and put him on the furry blanket on the far end of my bed. He looked after me until nine o’clock 🕘 at which time Mum took him away to have his supper which he usually has at 6.30pm but he’d been busy with me. He didn’t want his wet food. Then Mum tried to give him some dry food which he also rejected.
I slept from 5.45pm to five o’clock in the morning. When I wake up this morning I do my Tarot post from yesterday – am meant to post on my Instagram every day: #TarotEveryDamnDay. Then I write a chapter of the Memoir about Tarot and Astrology. Deadline is 31st May 😱. I do hope I can get a draft I’m pleased with by then.
Chat to Mary for our morning chat and then have my mid-morning snack: a scone with lemon 🍋 curd from the Farm Shop and cream cheese from Yummies.
Work hard at Pilates and then chat to my teacher and chums. It’s chemo at twelve so I pull on my silver velvet Onzie flares, my purple Rafa Nike jacket, my purple wig and my new purple Naomi Osaka Nike trainers. I look like I’ve been sectioned for thinking I’m Frida from ABBA.
At the cancer hospital I crawl into my bed Christina my favourite nurse 👩⚕️ makes for me. Then we flush the port with saline and then it’s Gemcitapine – half the usual dose to try to avoid me becoming ill this time 🤒 🤢 🤮 💩.
After chemo Dad picks me up and I settle down for my afternoon sleep. Sleep well and for about ninety minutes.
Have my post-sleep snack chocolate 🍫 brownie from Yummies in the village, some orange melon 🍈and some coffee ice cream 🍨 and an iced coffee ☕️.
Then fiddle about on phone for a bit: Facebook, Instagram and Amazon.
It’s supper at 5.17pm which is an asparagus and feta and Parmesan tart from Cook at the Farm Shop and English asparagus, tender stem broccoli 🥦, peas and cauliflower.
Return to bed where Fluffball is waiting for me. Pull a Tarot Card for the Day – see above photo. Talk to Suzy and Leon.
I’m just going to post this and then meditate 🧘♀️ and sleep.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
*2020. By Peter Swanson. FBI Agent Gwen Mulvey investigates and finds herself at the bookshop Old Devils. Murder mystery novel.