Yes, had my mum on the phone today reminding me that it is now LESS THAN FIVE WEEKS until Christmas!!!!! Blimey, already? It don't seem two weeks ago that we were on holiday in Bonny Scotland, but its actually three months ago! Ack!
Got my friend coming up from Bournemouth for Christmas, as well as my sister, her husband and his brother coming over for Christmas lunch. Its my turn this year, apparently. Not that I mind - warms the house up quite nicely when the oven's on for about four hours, what with the turkey and the roasties and everything else. Don't know how much I'll feel like eating, bearing in mind it'll be 15 days precisely since my fourth dose of chemotherapy, but I'm sure I'll manage to choke down some roasties and of course the Christmas pud, if nothing else! And probably copious amounts of red wine, which if I get a decent one does get rid of the metallic taste that chemo leaves quite nicely!
Speaking of wine, bought a Californian Merlot from Tesco last week which is quite nice. Was surprised as it was rather cheap - Echo Falls or something beginning with E, anyway. The bottle's downstairs and I'm too comfy in my computer chair upstairs, wrapped in a throw and with two candles going for light and heat, to be bothered to get up, troll downstairs and go find out the actual name. Terrible being this idle, isn't it?!?
But hey, my stairs are steep (old - like 1845 - terraced house), downstairs is getting cold cos I've turned the fires off on account of being up here, and Computer Room (the old front bedroom before I got my loft converted) is warm! Even with the door wedged open for the cats.
Speaking of cats, I managed to confuse my youngest cat Jake last weekend - not that it takes much as he's not the brightest penny in the bag! He kindly brought in a live mouse and sat down in the middle of the living room floor with it in his gob. So before he dropped it and it buggered off under the furniture or more likely down the hole in the plaster under the floor, I took it out of his mouth - not a mark on it mind - and took it down the garden. In the dark, cold and rain - the things I do to rescue local wildlife! When I got back in, Jake spent the next half hour looking round the same patch of floor where I'd taken the mouse from him as if it was still there! He kept looking under the settee. Now, bearing in mind my settee comes with in a centimetre of the floor, if a mouse had got under there it would be the rodent equivalent of Eugene Tooms from that Squeeze episode of the X-files! Stupid animal. Jake, I mean, not the mouse. Although the mouse was stupid enough to get caught by something with a bell round its neck, so it can't have been that bright!
Anyway, gotta go. Still need to write 1300 words today for National Novel Writing Month, which runs out on 30th November and I'm only on about 31K where I need 50K!! Eeek!!
Later.