What a corker of a weekend.
Friday Trevor came round to finish off the mess i made of decorating the stairs and landing. Not so much of a mess, i just couldn't reach and my ankles gave way. He did 2 coats and stopped for a cuppa in between. But it needed another coat cos the wall was brown before he started, not due to a filthy lifestyle, just an awful choice of colour of the idiots i brought the house from.
A bottle of Prosecco was popped in the evening, something i haven't done for ages. I don't normally drink alone.
Being sunday now, Trev has been back and done another coat and it looks lovely. So light and fresh. I need to dress it now. I don't know what with, but a little bit of thought and i will be hammering tacks into the wall tomorrow sometime.
Saturday was a relaxing day of doing bugger all. It was lovely. No trips to Abbey Road or to Chris's house. Just feet up, and a few chores throughout the day until about 5 when a champagne flute was refilled with Prosecco whilst i got ready for a night out with the girls.
Many months ago, getting ready meant a bath and hair wash, makeup, and hair dry and straighten, choice of clothes. One or two hours.
Today i have no hair, not all my clothes fit me, so its dwindled down to about half an hour and thats with having a soak in the bath first.
So a trip to the german market in Bournemouth Square. A festive boot full of mulled wine, so strong it nearly choked me, but after a while i was a bit more used to it. And a curry wurst. Not had a bockwurst or bratwurst since leaving Germany about 24 years ago.
A very entertaining evening.
An evening of X Factor results and Im a Celeb. Life is good!
Tomorrow is blood day. Im not concerned, but it feels weird going for bloods. I used to do it the day before each chemo, to the same hospital, the same room and the same phlebotomist, Kelly.
I will leave you with a sobering thought.......
I have watched Jake Quickenden smothered with stinging ants - i am now itchy and scratchy!
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