Yesterday I thought there was a vague chance I might have to start thinking about packing a box or two, at some point in the distant future. You know, just one of those vague, back-of-the-mind type niggles. This morning, as an email from my solicitor revealed, it turned out I might have to actually start…

At work, I’m a breadth not depth kind of person. Give me responsibility for the big picture over the detail any day. I love a bit of high level thinking. In food terms (and let’s face it, there are no better terms), it’s like having responsibility for setting the menu, and maybe sampling the tasting…

Ok, gap months. It’s been a while. Not for any particular reason, I’ve just not gone through all the necessary stages, in the required order, to translate any of my myriad pointless musings into a set of vaguely comprehensible written words, The pros of this situation are as follows: Bit more time on my hands…

My parents had a room, in the house I grew up in. A room that wasn’t a room. It was almost a porch. Not quite a lobby. It was in between the kitchen, and the dining room, and the garden. Mostly the walls were filled with windows, and there were two glass doors. The sort-of-room…

So it turns out that, as standard, I can actually bear quite a lot. Lots of the things I’d got kind of used to struggling with after my treatment – challenging routines, timescales, pressures of various kinds, bit of pain and random side-effects, extra requirements to build into the standard already too-full always-too-tired treadmill of…

Today has contained a whole heap of crying. This is likely to have something to do with the fact that it’s also contained some babies and small children, and quite a lot of emotions. It’s been a mixed bag. The main conclusion: crying is by no means necessarily a bad thing. I started the day…

Overstretched analogy alert… I’ve been really surprised since being diagnosed with cancer, at the number of people I know who have been diagnosed too. Just in the couple of years since. Several with the exact same diagnosis. It’s a weird thing. It’s generally a great feeling to have something in common with someone. It’s really…

I think it’s been longer between my last blog post and this than ever before since I started this blog. This doesn’t, unfortunately, mean that I’m now about to post something significant and worth the wait. It’s more a case of severe disorganisation and a touch of laziness. I seem to have been doing an…

Things I thought I saw during my early morning run today: 1. A woman walking a tiny white dog 2. A seagull attacking the tiny white dog 3. A small fire behind the pier 4. A really massive fire on the pier 5. A man swimming naked in the sea It’s really easy to mistake…

I’ve been brainwashed by all the inspirational hashtags and mottos into thinking about new year’s resolutions. My first thought was not to make any, obviously. I can’t actually be bothered to look back through past blog posts (and if I can’t even be bothered to look at my own, I think I’m safe to assume…

Someone said to me, as we exchanged the obligatory festive small talk this week, that she hoped 2018 would be a better year for me. ‘You must be glad to see the back of 2017’, she said. Must I? It’s been a tricky year, definitely. But really, what year isn’t? It kind of depends on…

Loads of people know how I feel, apparently. Also, just in case I don’t have it in hand, loads of people can help me out with knowing how I’m feeling myself. Which is just as well really. Because most of the time, I genuinely haven’t got a clue. I don’t know how I feel about…