The next season in the calendar after the 1st of Aspargus is the 1st of Potatoes. Duncan dug up the first of his Cliff Kidneys as a fathers Day treat. They were very creamy and tasty.
And so time passes but ever so slowly towards the end of the treatment. Next week is my last treatment. The anxiety that it will all go well is mounting, not helped by the apprehension for Market Day. I only have 8 in my year 9 and 10 class, but the diversity of characters mean that it like herding cats - and the day before Market Day some of the boys decide they will polyurethane some boards for cheese and crackers. They will have a lingering smell for a while!
Last week I was at golf and we let a couple of chaps through because I play so slowly. "What are you all wrapped up in a wooly hat for?" said one of them because it was a beautiful day. I'm having chemo. I usually take my wig to put on after golf when we go to have coffee. But this time I hadn't so just had a snood over my head. When I turned from the counter to find a seat I found a whole heap of eyes on me, and a definite hush in the conversation. Trying to work out why I would wear this wooly head covering on such a gorgeous day. Just like I remember staring at the lady in First Light Frozen many months ago. (See Cancerverse 1)
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