I can't keep away from the beach at the moment, it just makes everything OK.









Today I had an appointment about 'the thing' (or the m***er f***er as my non-swearing mum has named it!). It's all still looking good but we now have a treatment plan, and unfortunately that involves all the things that I really hoped wouldn't happen. I have a lot to get my head around. I really can't be arsed with a battle, I'd much rather talk things over calmly but somehow I don't think 'thing' is open to reason!!
Bugger.