Actually an old post! Dated November 2018

When I started writing my blog, I had just been told that I had cancer. Endometrioid Adenocarcinoma to be exact......
I used a platform called Tumblr for blog writing, but didn't really like it, so after a few posts, I switched to the Blogger site that I use today. I wanted to have all my blogs on Blogger, so that they could be more easily accessed, and have been meaning to move the earlier posts over. This has proved to be more difficult than I imagined! The first original post had vanished - and has become a group of Rayban adverts! (another reason why I needed to change blog platforms....get rid of the plethora of advs....) 
In this post I described the emotions of being told that you have become a statistic........(clearly a statistic of sunglass wearers!) 

Here goes - let's see if the cut and paste will work from one virtual site to another????
 

So- I am going to try from number 2:-

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November 2018 


Bonfires, old friends, bad jokes and Steve’s explanations 

Been really busy working on my craft room, but we had an evening out in East Sussex with old friends…… So lovely when you sit in a room with people you don’t see very often, but that you’ve known for so long, that it ‘s like putting on a pair of old slippers……. that’s the Ice Hockey family for you!! (and thank you to Robin, who always reminds us that we are his slippers......) 

 Adam had a load of old wood that needed burning, and is going to miss the village fireworks next week, so he had decided to have a bonfire on his field behind his back garden. Anne had made an enormous chilli. Beer and Prosecco were flowing and we laughed and laughed…… (Adam didn’t announce that it was his birthday the following day…..anything to avoid the birthday bumps, eh Ad?) 
 Steve tried to persuade us all that an ancient statute was still in place which dictated that “a man could shoot his wife with a longbow, if it was on a Sunday afternoon”, as well as persuading me to ask Siri why Fire Engines are red (don’t bother)…… but my favourite bit of unnecessary etymology was how did blow jobs get to be called blow jobs…. apparently (according to Steve.... so it must be true) "Prostitutes in the time of Nell Gwynn....... [this was a Steve ‘s historical reference…. how many famous prostitutes do you know? ] ...."would offer a man a favour which could be carried out 'below he table' ……. " hence the offer …….. “would you like a below job, sir?” 

I think we'll stop there…….



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