No it’s no good, still feel like Ripley so I’m back.
Exciting times here on the ship home. Firstly, welcome to the world Charlie Thomas Phillips, my Great Nephew, born on Friday with a huge shock of dark hair and a look I’ve come to recognise “Right then, I’m here, how can I set about becoming Prime Minister and making my (Great) Aunt cry with pride and happiness?” Becca, Rachel and Darcy had the same look.
Secondly I’m a little too excited about mixing with real people tomorrow – off to hairdressers. Will I be able to sit for an 2 hours in their admittedly comfy chairs? Will I snigger when I lose a handful of hair in the sink? (that’s a “yes”). Will I remember not to give my colourist and stylist all the gory details?
Thirdly, I’ve got my dog back! She’s been so good. It’s been a bit of a learning curve as she’s incontinent (irony corner) so needs to wear dog nappies which need changing every 3 hours. We manage and I have a better respect for her condition these days.
Fourthly, I’m going home on Thursday. Dolly – the Midlands Tour 2011! I get to go on a train then I get to hug various family members so hard it takes their breath away. So why am I a little apprehensive? I think because although they’ll try to hide it, I’m scared of the fear I’ll see in their eyes. I’m a bit pale and a bit thin and any attempt at makeup makes me look like Baby Jane Hudson. I have to excuse myself pretty rapidly these days for loo visits. Anal cancer really isn’t the most dignified of diseases even after treatment. I know my family won’t balk but I hate it that they’ll have the option if that makes sense?
I said last time this journey was over – it’s not I’ve come to realise. Thanks for staying with me Constant Reader.