Today is the feast day of Saint George, so I wish you all a happy one and remind you that you should be eating dragon for supper. I wonder whether my Tooting hotel is celebrating in fashion: it would have been terribly poetic to be George in St George’s on St George’s Day, but alas: it wasn’t to be. I’ll be there tomorrow, though, so will keep an eye out for skewered dragons yet to be cleared away.
In case you’ve forgotten and can’t be bothered to go back and check, I’m just going to see the doctors and plot the final phase. This is good news, as the joys of Southbourne are wearing a little thin, and I want to at least know when I’m likely to be where, so that I can plot life around it. I must remember to make a big request to have 6th May free of chemo, and will also ask about the final week of July, in the hope of making Lourdes this year. Otherwise, I’ll be interested in knowing when I might be able to go back to work; whether I’m going to be neutropaenic; how much I’ll be in hospital and how much out; etc.
A post scriptum to yesterday’s posting about my internet presence: I’m now signed up to skype, too, so if anybody else is then we can have free phone calls over the internet! If you’ve got a decent connection and fancy joining, do head along to the skype website and I look forward to chatting… Those for whom a voice does not suffice will be pleased to hear you can even have video conversations.