Now this is the kind of day I like to wake up to – no work and plenty of social stuff to sate my love for my chums:
i) A nice walk on Wimbledon Common with the lovely Mr Tony Franco at 9am
ii) Tea with my Myeloma chum Neil at 11am (my we're a cheery pair, but at least he's in the same boat, so its good to compare notes on our mutual shit)
iii) Lunch with Claire and my younger godson Oliver at 1pm, wondering just how much of a shock its going to be for his small lordship when Claire's twins come in August and he gets swiftly demoted down the priority spectrum, poor love
iv) Massage and a manicure with my lovely lady Barbara (very nice and great value, in Raynes Park, if anyone fancies a treat. Does the most amazing facials and is cheaper than chips). Some weird thing happened with my nails due to the chemo so they have a funny dip in them now, like I've trapped my hands under a windowledge or something
v) Dinner (and a vast number of cocktails if I have anything to do with it) with Fitz & Henryk and Hatch and Hawksey in Wimbers tonight.
A mighty fine warm up for Mikey & Margo's long awaited and much looked-forward-to wedding tomorrow. Bring those hankies!
And in case Rachel Webster-McDowell is reading, I have finally got myself into 'the zone' for getting fitter – have had one session with my newly acquired personal trainer this week (do I really have such a whopping body fat ratio??! eek), a walk/jog up the river with Martine from AV, a session in the lovely Liz Lewzey's home gym, pool and jacuzzi (what a mighty good friend you are!), and my walk avec Il Franco this morning. All that and I lost the princely total of 3/4 of one pound in weight this week. Yes, the equivalent of a measly 75p in human lard terms, and you can't buy bugger all for that. Ah well, perhaps my metabolism is slowly waking up and next week it'll be a whopping 3 pounds off on the scales…almost enough to buy a pint…
Am seeing Prof the Thurs before Easter Fri, so hoping its all good and will blog again then.
Yours slimmingly, Scotty x x x