Very cold this morning - filling up on tea and toast before I venture out.
The cats are all fed and snuggled down for the day (I am convinced they only see me as the ‘tin opener’) do they care I am having to go outside - do they heck.
My hair is still struggling to grow bought a pink wig a few months ago but it falls down over my eyes might use it in my craftwork.
Taking some of my wreaths for a lady to look at tomorrow (she said she will have the kettle on) so that makes her a whizz in my books.
Cannot believe it is just over a year since I started my treatment - and yet here I am one small boob and one which resembles the bouncing bomb (not that it would bounce) its flat on one side still at 64 my modelling days are well over - not that they ever started still it is what it is and life goes on.
One more slice of toast (no me thinks a crumpet instead) dripping with butter so I will sign off. Have a good one ladies…
Poppy xx