Just starting to write today's blog and I realise it is 30 days since C got his diagnosis - THIRTY DAYS, and he still hasn't had any treatment! Is this normal? Is this acceptable? Pass on the first one but a definite no on the second. It is really hard to believe that it can be a whole month since we found out he has advanced cancer but yet still nothing has physically been done about it. It's their bloody flukey luck that he isn't in any real pain, because believe you me, if he was I'd be on someone's case big time like the pain in the ass relative everyone is scared of. Just watch me....
So that's the realisation bit; the anticipation is that we are going away tomorrow morning, overnight, for a couple of days on the mainland. We're both looking forward to it as we're booked into a lovely posh hotel and have a lovely posh car to drive there in. The car is lovely but it does daunt me a bit, as I think I mentioned before, it has a lot of buttons attached to gadgets I could never conceive would be in a car...for instance, as it's a convertible, the headrests have a warm air vent which blows heat at you when the roof's down in case you're a bit cold...OMG. I am starting to think this car was designed by a woman - just need to find the lipstick holder and a fully lit beauty mirror and I think I've sussed it. We had a trip out this morning in the posh car, over to Wootton where Jill and Arthur live (C's sister and brother in law). Spent a lovely hour there eating teacakes smothered in butter (yum) and borrowing their guide book for NT places, one of which is Stourhead, which we visited a few years ago but is definitely going to be worth going back to. We then drove into Ryde so I could pop into Liz Earle, and I felt very self conscious getting out of this Mercedes convertible right in the middle of Union Street...I think I'm going to have to wear dark glasses tomorrow, but will this make me look even more posey?????
Rain came down this afternoon so we were set for a quiet time at home; however as the mutts hadn't been out for a couple of days due to our hectic schedule, I decided to brave the weather and take them up on Culver, our favourite walk (well, my favourite walk, the mutts would go anywhere with anyone). It was a bit breezy, with horizontal rain for a while, but nice all the same and by the time we got back to the Landy the sun had come out.
Rom came home and Daniel was not far behind, so dinner served up and then I lit the fire for us. C and I watched the 'selection process' of Strictly Come Dancing - I am absolutely outraged that the lovely, gentlemanly Anton du Beke has been paired with the atrocious (in terms of dancing) Ann Widdecombe. So unfair that ADB has the donkey yet again...he's so patient and patently polite he really should have a chance to win. Not sure if I can bear watching it now....
I've opened a bottle of lovely Prosecco for myself tonight and am enjoying it muchly. It has stopped me worrying remotely about what I need to pack for tomorrow, which currently I am planning to throw in the holdall in the morning and hope for the best!!!
So I may not be able to post a blog tomorrow - we'll be away in Dorset, leaving the homestead in the capable hands of Rom and Dan. I am slightly concerned that Charlie the dog's eyes are not going to be dealt with - Rom made heaving noises when I showed her what needs to be done and Daniel, bless him, bravely volunteered to do it instead. I will totally understand if he can't manage it, but am not looking forward to returning home on Monday to a Westie with very gummed up eyes.....
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