So far so good. It's day four of the current cycle of treatment and I'm doing OK. The preemptive strike with the anti nausea pills seems to have worked. I'm still feeling a bit tired but slept all night last night instead of the usual three hours or so.
I enjoyed Christmas Day. I even put on a glitzy cowboy shirt instead of the usual t-shirt. Chris & Heather were here in the morning, along with Jayne and her new man Ian and Rob who used to live with us last year. Jayne, Chris & Rob stayed for Christmas dinner, but then it was just Sue and myself in the evening. Typically there were three programmes of TV at the same time and we could only record/watch two, so I watched James May's Toy Stories and Sue went upstairs to watch her fix of Christmas soap, whilst recording "Strictly". We did watch Taggart together, taking great delight in saying "There's been a muuurrrrrrdaaahh" at various stages in the story.
All this fine Christmas fare (we still have half a turkey to plunder and it's now Boxing Day) has blinded me to the fact that there are no less than three unopened packs of Cadbury's Dairy Milk in the fridge. That's 3x 400 gramme packs, 1.2 kilgrammes of the best chocolate in the world- unopened! That's over 2 pounds of chocolate. This situation cannot be allowed to continue. We must strike and strike fast and decisively.
Who wants a bit of choccy?