………….without fail at 5.30am!
I never thought in a million years that I’d get so much pleasure from dragging my razor up and down my hairy legs!
As you know from previous posts chemotherapy ate all my body hair and I mean all of it So, although I was pleased not to have to shave my legs during the summer (remember those 2 sunny weeks we had in July?), and to be able to expose them on the beach without fear of censure from the body police, no hair was a constant reminder of the traumatic chemo treatment.
But now as the brave little heroes are popping up on my limbs, it also means they are doing the same on my head. It looks like my hair is coming through as a dark brown with lovely white Badger stripes above my forehead. I was hoping for silver all over but I’ll settle for the Badger look as they are one of my favourite animals. Although my head hair is just a gnat’s armpit above a quarter of an inch long it’s doing wonders for my morale that very soon I’ll be able to come home one day and chuck the wig on the sofa for the very last time.
I will spare you the photos of my hairy bits but I thought you might like to see a pic of the owner of the hairiest limbs ever
and my hero, author Terry Pratchett with the inspiration for his famous Librarian of Discworld’s Unseen University.
I’ve managed to knit a few more tea cosies and I’ve come up with a new design based on the House of Hufflepuff at Hogwarts School of Magic. The house colours are yellow and black and the mascot is a Badger so I combined all the elements to make this!
So far two Hufflepuff cosies have gone to Australia and another one has just gone to Sweden!
I’m also trying to stop myself from being turned into a chemo couch potato and I’ve got my eye on one of these
I have a Mountain bike already but I have this weird fear of getting my legs trapped in the frame if I fall off it. A step through bike would be perfect. I used to have one of these when I was a teenager and I loved it. It was painted blue and grey and I cycled everywhere on it. I don’t think it had any gears so I did get a bit of a workout on it. Only just over a couple of hundred cosies to knit to raise the money to buy it!!! Better get knitting then!
Breast Cancer sufferers that is. I just found out that a lady who I’m mates with on Twitter has cancer and like me she gave up the chemo treatment, in fact she didn’t have any chemo at all and is now clear. Fabulous news for her and me. She’s also responsible for giving me my fix of cute kitten pictures! Oh and she’s a bloomin’ good writer with a great sense of humour to boot.
A while back I listed diet, de-stressing, exercise and lifestyle changes as the 4 things I would be concentrating on to beat this feckin’ disease, but I’d like to add one more element as well and that is humour. How can you feel or be ill when you are indulging in a huge belly laugh with your mates? For me it’s reading any of Terry Pratchett’s Discworld books. That man’s writing has the capacity to totally soften my stiff upper lip and make me laugh out loud in crowded trains and possibly church, although I haven’t tried that last bit yet.. I’d also list the Monty Python films and TV series, Puckoon by Spike Milligan, Mrs Brown’s Boys, Father Ted, all the Carry On films, The Rocky Horror Show (Tim Curry in drag and the Time Warp!), Billy Connolly, Anne Robinson (yes really – she made me giggle all the way through the Weakest Link when I was a contestant on it a few years back).
|Terry Pratchett’s Discworld Novels|
|Cast of Father Ted|
Norman Cousins’ story is often cited as a prime example of the curative property of humour. He was diagnosed with Ankylosing Spondylitis and was given a 1 in 500 chance of survival. He promptly fired his doctor, started taking massive doses of vitamin C and watched every funny film he could find. He managed to add 26 Years to his life since that first diagnosis. Not a bad result at all. I’d be happy with that!
|The amazing Norman Cousins|
Other things that make me laugh are creating quirky embroideries and what could be more quirky than a Flamingo in a cycle helmet riding a bicycle? I giggled all the way through making this one for my Etsy shop. It’s sort of a tribute to this year’s Tour de France! I hope it makes the eventual buyer laugh as well.
|Cycling Flamingo Zippered Pouch|
Today I have my very first guest blogger post! Daisy the Cat a legend in the cat blogging world has kindly consented to write a guest post for me. I am positively purring with excitement! Over to you Daisy……….
Thank you very much CrystalMoonCat for that very nice intro. I have to correct you though on my name. whilst I am known to my neighbours and the local vet as Daisy, my full title is Daisy the Destroyer – Daughter of Darkness. Here is my terrifying real picture…….look away now if you are in the least bit squeamish…….are you sure you want to look at this, really sure? Well OK then, on your own head be it……………………
Well I did warn you! I am born out of the fires of the deepest depths of hell, damned for eternity to wreak havoc on this weak and fragile earth and it’s puny little human population.
But I digress – yesterday I had tuna for supper and very nice it was too. Unfortunately I had to share it with 4 other felines but I have plans for them. I am the third eldest of five. The eldest one is 16 and after a lifetime of being thumped by him I am finally able to get my own back on him as he is a bit weak and tottery now. He’s also completely deaf and I can make all sorts of noises behind him and he doesn’t even know, tee hee. I had him cornered yesterday and was about to push him over when SHE came in and separated us. The second eldest is a bit fat and seems to only travel between her food bowl, the water bowl, the litter tray and the sofa. She has no interest in being number ONE and has relinquished her position to me. I made her sign her paw print in the litter tray to be sure. So really I am now number ONE puddy. It’s a position of immense power as I get to be in the middle of whatever is going on, I get fed first as the others stay back to let me in first and no matter how close any of the others snuggle up to HER I can always worm my way in between them.
I suppose such a position comes with an element of responsibility. I see it as my duty to see off all strangers that come around – cats, dogs, humans, spiders, it doesn’t matter to me. I’ll take them all on. I also take my agent provocateur role very seriously and I will continue to pee down HER printers and up her sofa legs. The other day I got one in on the fleecy blanket SHE was about to sit down on. Now just between us this is my current disguise….
I’m pictured here listening in on HER private phone messages.
And this is what happens to any one who gets in my way! You have been warned!!
Love and kisses,
………………..Thank you Daisy for that brief and interesting look into your interesting and slightly disturbing life.