From a distance, is Paul Simon actually George Bush? And while we’re at it, does anybody have diamonds on the soles of their shoes? I’d love to meet them, if only to ask why. And finally, what kind of a song lyric is ‘I can be your bodyguard, and you can be my long-lost pal… I can call you Betty, and Betty when you call me you can call me Al’? I’ve often wondered.
I’m assuming my neutrophils are approximately 0.0 now, as they were getting there recently, and probably haven’t started the trek back up yet. I’ve been on antibiotics due to my usual flirtation with the odd temperature above 37^, though it’s been quite defiantly below that today, so perhaps they won’t go on forever.
I had a lovely visit from my lovely father yesterday, with lovely gifts too. Otherwise it’s been Trappist-esque-ly quiet (ie very quiet, Katie C), though I have had some limited fun with my new friends Noel, Des, Anne and the rest (for those unfamiliar with UK television: they’re gameshow hosts). And there was plenty of rugby on. England even won! And as for Planet Earth… Wow.
I haven’t been sleeping as much as I’d like to, in large part due to often not getting my evening antibiotics until very late – though one evening I was so tired I fell asleep and barely even registered the nurse coming in to take it down when it finished. Fortunately SuperLee is on tonight, and she apologised about the lateness of starting, despite being by far the earliest to put them up…
Anyway, there’s only one way the neuts can go now, so let’s hope they do so pronto.