OK, a competition. Here are two fine-looking fellows (though one might still have an overly fat face), of which just one is Granpa. Which one?
The photo was taken just after Grandma’s funeral: it was lovely to see Granpa on good form yesterday, and the service was nice. Tom read very well and my father’s eulogy was excellent; I was very pleased I made it to help give Grandma a good send-off. Afterwards we went to my uncle and aunt’s for tea and cake, where it was great to catch up with my cousins, and of course to banter away with Granpa, who is, without any doubt, a legend. I’m just glad I’ve got over 58 years to try to become as cool as him. I’ve rather overdone the baldness, admittedly, but there we go.
Harriet has now come home, which is fun, though she’s working on Friday and Saturday. I’m going into St Richard’s tomorrow for my blood test, and now have an appointment at the Royal Marsden, Sutton on Tuesday to discuss cranial radiotherapy, sign my consent and plan dates. They will be after my consolidation is all finished. I’m not quite sure how it’ll work if my neutrophils are up tomorrow and I need to go into George’s for the next chemo… But we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.