Things to Do

Chemotherapy or no chemotherapy, there are always things to do.

I have been busy working during the latter part of the week but had to call the shifts a bit short due to the heat and its effect.  Concentration is fairly limited until after the first few days too!

I did get out with the Boogle this morning, to get her back into ice-skating lessons.  Our regular rink in North London is opening again in a week or so but I believe that there aren't any lessons available until the autumn.  So, I have got Boogle a series of six lessons booked at our closest rink.

I had a skate with her this morning and the mother-in-law came along, as a spectator too.  All this whilst Kitten took Huffty to football.

As the in-laws have only previously been referred to collectively as "The Outlaws" (a pun on the film "The Outlaw Josey Wales" and "The in-laws from North Wales"), Kitten's mum should be given a singular term of address.  I will call her  "Kitey" but the explanation for that term is beyond the scope of the blog; as is the enigma, herself.

Of course, I do Kitey a great disservice whislt she has been doing wonders for our little family over the last week.  Kitey has flighted a weight off Kitten's shoulders this week, making the house run smoothly, entertaining the kids and helping in all departments.  I hope that she has enjoyed her stay.

At least I didn't hospitalise her this morning on our walk to the train station.  It is a ten minute walk for me in the morning, but I allowed an extra five minutes to allow for the heat and the company.  With Boogle complaining and stopping for everything on the way I had to go ahead an buy tickets and Kitey looked particularly wacked by the time we got on the train.  Maybe, I should give it twenty minutes if there is a next time!

I have had better sessions with Boogle ice-skating because a dad a few days into chemo and a daughter who is exhausted from staying up for an awards ceremony she attended the previous night is not a great combination.

Sometimes you just have to make the effort and the reward was seeing her confidence flow back when we got around to her lesson at midday.

I also bumped into a chap ("Tigger" - due to his continual jumping style) who we saw regularly at our central London winter venue.  Thanks for Boogle's sunglasses, Tigger!

Breathing a little confidence into her makes the world of difference.  On reflection, not much different to her dad or, I guess, most people.