Kick that Uterus into Touch

 I’m awake early.... and waiting for the cries of “He’s been! He’s Been!”  Our grandson is staying with us with his dad, (support bubble)..... and we’ve done the whole tray preparation thing for Father Christmas and his 9 reindeer.  These days, apparently, Santa needs milk (not whisky) and the reindeer should have carrots, but I’ve used celery tops and Brussels (as carrots are in short supply, and we’ll need whatever we have for our own Christmas dinner!) I got away with this by explaining to Zephy that Dasher, Dancer, Donner, Blitzen, Cupid, Prancer, Comet, Vixen and Rudolph need a change, because they must be so sick of carrots. Zephy’s teacher has obviously used the reindeer as a teaching topic because he seems to know a great deal more about Santa’s team of sleigh pullers than my boys ever did! The run up to the big day has been crazy busy, despite me (and the rest of the world) telling myself to take it easy. I’m not very good at sitting back and letting it all just ...

 It’s 2 am, and I’m awake again.  Last night I was watching the clock at the same time, and went downstairs to make a cup of tea and have a piece of toast. I’m feeling like a shift worker again. Very odd. It might be resulting from my treatment. Who knows? Who cares??? I don’t mind. I don’t mind at all. As I’m off work at the moment - I can have a nap during the daytime if I feel the need........ Yesterday, I may have been slightly anxious (subconsciously), due to my impending Marsden appointment.  I haven’t, at any point, been beside myself with anxiety - but I will confess to unease and sadness when I was in the midst of the investigations for the bowel tumour. One sort of accepts that it’s out of ones control (check out the subbuteo player reference from previous blogs, if you will!), and the old adage of “life must go on” comes into play. There were a few times when I caught myself saying this - and felt immensely grateful that I was alive enough to to even think the ...

 This morning as I write, we are well and truly into the festive season. Friends have been posting pictures of decorated trees and mantels for some weeks now! Personally, I am completely unable to even think about putting Christmas decs up until we are safely ensconced in the month of December - Covid or no Covid, but we are here now.  Our Christmas tree was delivered yesterday. Many thanks to Holly’s husband Si, who always comes up trumps with a beauty. Fortunately it didn’t arrive until the evening so there were other big chaps around to help the poor wee lady driver (and me) to bring it in and position it in the living room.  I always wonder about what we call this room.....  Is it a LOUNGE (the term we used when I was a child)? Is it a LIVING ROOM (the term I’ve just used)? Is it a FRONT ROOM (works in our house.....)?  {When the house was built, there were actually three ‘living rooms’:  a front room (parlour), a middle room (sitting room), and a break...