D Day + 8: Friday 20 August - PJ Day

Something happened this morning that hasn't happened for quite a while; neither C nor I woke to an alarm, nor did we wake up at a 'normal' time!!!  By the time tea, Ipad session/reading etc was completed it was 9.50am - disgraceful, we lost half the morning.  Won't be doing that again in a hurry, it's thrown the rest of the day out!
Romilly (No 3) decided that it would be a good idea to go pyjama shopping today, to get a 'hospital kit' ready for C.  I agreed.  C went along with it - I think he knows that it's best to just give in to two women; to fight against it is just not worth the effort, we'd just get him another time.  So off we trot to Newport.
Now I had an idea in my head that it would be good to embrace this hospital experience and go to town (literally and figuratively speaking) on the pyjama front - I'm thinking something along the lines of Peter Bowles' snazzy little number in 'Only When I Laugh' (remember that one???), something colourful, slinky, a bit sophisticated, with matching robe and footwear.  Why not stand out, set the trend in hospital wear etc?  

 Well the reason why not was that C absolutely and resolutely refused to have anything that (a) coordinated or (b) stood out.  Definitely not. No way.  So we emerged from M&S with two pairs of cotton 'loungewear' (what's that mean???) trousers, a pair of slippers (arm up his back for those) and a new washbag (no way is he going in with his toiletries in a Tesco carrier, which is what he'd do left to his own devices).  Blimey that was hard work; and men moan about women shopping?  I ask you....
We then went and had lunch at Coast, which was nice, perched on stools watching Newport go by outside the window.  Had a bit of an embarrassing moment though when I claimed a cappuccino the waitress brought over, which was actually for the girl next to us, as I'd ordered a latte...doh.  C's thankfully still got a good appetite, and is managing to consume healthy amounts of water; I keep nagging him to eat so we can build him up as there is bound to come a time when food is unappealing.
Down to Matalan then for some t-shirts to go with the 'loungewear' trousers.  Am sorely disappointed at the lack of serious pyjama action - Peter Bowles would never have succumbed to loungewear....

 The start of the 'hospital kit' - don't think PB would approve

All that said, the entire shopping trip did take quite a bit out of C - if he's up and about too much the site of the tumour gets a bit uncomfortable; he's not in pain as such, but you can tell he's struggling, even though he keeps going.  He's just not up to taking the dogs out at the moment either, so me and the mutts went up onto Culver Down for Sid to have a charge around (I swear he's got ADHD) and Charlie to plod along behind me - the times I think I've lost Charlie, and called him time and time again only to realise that he's standing right behind me and moving round as I do; must look hilarious to any onlookers.  It was really blowy up there today, and lots of mist rolling in from the sea (name that tune) and a bit of drizzle.  Suffice it to say that what was my fairly controlled, tousled and curly hairdo earlier today is now akin to the worst head in Worzel Gummidge's wardrobe, with extra frizz...
I've also been to see my lovely friend Tricia today - it's her birthday and I wanted to make sure I got her present to her on the actual day.  We used to work together and it's been a couple of years since she left, but we always try to meet up when she's back on the Island (she works in Hertfordshire).  Sadly this hasn't happened so far these holidays with all that's been going on...but I hope to be able to do this before she goes back.  I do miss her.
Nothing much planned for tonight - I think we'll just light the fire (again) and watch something gentle on TV - the Sky Planner is chock full of Midsomer Murders (I'm ashamed to confess I have a weakness for these!), and the fridge chock full of wine so I expect the obvious will happen!!