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Not yet unfortunately but in August! Yay! 2 weeks away to France. My sister is hoping to give birth to kiddie No2 then as well so once we are on the mainland, we can just drive on to Holland if she is kind enough to deliver whilst we are in EUrope.Other than that, the plan is to go camping in Brittany and cycle parts of the Nantes - Brest Canal. That is a nice and flat route to keep JD happy,

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On our way to the pub for a nice waterside dinner, JD spotted a shade of blue in the bushes. It turned out to be this lovely brand new Raleigh folding bike. No really, it is brand new, probably used only to escape the cops or the keeper of the shop from where it was stolen. It will be on Ebay shortly and it will be subsidising the fixing of the dent in the car that someone made and then drove off

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...and how she found her match.A book about something we can all relate to: A sock that just can not find her match. We have all been through it: somehow, you have socks that just don't go together. No matter how many times you wear the two odd socks together, no matter how much you try to make them in to a pair, it just does not feel right. That is how Dottie feels. She's a cute sock, looking

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At a music festival in Northampton. Hardly anyone in the audience but on stage is Invocal. They are a local group and totally mad. Wicked stuff. Lovely harmonies. Here's a video from a performance in February 2008.

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Gone for a nice evening of bowling with JD. Spontaneous decision. At 3 games for £7 each, I reckon that is goods value for a Tuesday night. We were really really bad! I beat JD in first frame with an impressive score of 71! The second frame was much closer but I still came out on top with an impressive score of 76. The third game I lost. JD beat me 85-84! Impressive scores? Not really. But it

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I am going to run out of attempts to be witty about my mother's foot but one last one then....For those who have asked me how she is doing: she's doing better. Had surgery, bandages off, stitches out tomorrow and not allowed to put any weight on it for the next 6 weeks! She's got a nippy little wheelchair to race around the house (my dad nearly had a heart attack when she tried walking around on

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Now calm down, before you start accusing me of penis envy or radical feminism. Let me explain.I work in an office with men. And not a day goes by without someone (they never own up to it) pissing on the seat, on the floor or some other place that is not IN the toilet bowl. No matter how many times I voice my disgust when it is discovered again, it still happens. Even worse: people leave floaters

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Group of girls on the Brampton Valley Way. Hot.

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My parents went on a 10 day trip to Italy this week. They left on Tuesday to stay in a house near Genoa. This morning, my dad rang to say mum had slipped in the shower and broken her foot/leg/ankle (whichever). On their second night. Poor man was in tears. They speak a bit of Italian but nowhere near enough to be able to call the ambulance and explain what happened. Luckily the neighbour speaks a

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Things are indeed getting better I feel. Maybe the fact that JD's hair is now growing back in earnest makes me feel very hopeful of this all being over someday soon. I love touching the fuzzy hair on her head and stroking it. Last night we went to a rugby tournament that we both play in over the summer (Touch Rugby so no need to worry) and the girls in the team (who had not seen JD for a week or

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Look at that! A lovely head of hair. It is growing back nicely. Far too slow for my liking as I am really excited about it and I want to see what it will look like when it has grown back fully!I love stroking her head and the new fluffy hair.

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Yesterday JD & I went to another brain tumour seminar in London. Informative as it was, it focused too much on high grade tumours and not enough on low-grade ones. I understand high grade tumours are more 'sexy: they are aggressive, they kill real quick (in a few weeks sometimes) and they are mostly incurable. It is much easier to get sympathy and funding for such a terrible disease.With a

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Yay! The tennis courts are open again. Great way for JD and me to get some exercise in and have fun at the same time.

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Who's the daddy? Olney Ladies Rugby team are The Daddy! We won the league yesterday by beating Shelford 21-12. It means that next year we will play in League 1 North. That is only 1 level below the highest level in England. At my age, I reckon that is quite a good thing :-) (Notice how much higher I am lifted than the opposition!!)Wonderful pictures of the match from Matt Rawlinson

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Yippie! JD is sprouting hair. Of course in a silly place. Right in the middle of her forehead, a little patch of new hair has appeared. It is about as small as a Pound coin, but it IS new hair. It is much thinner than her 'old' hair so it feels nice and soft. Made me feel a little bit like spring: new young plants start poking their head above the earth. Hopefully this means there is more new

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JD and I had a lovely weekend. On Friday we went to our friend's house for dinner and a sleep over. JD managed to stay awake in some form until about 00.15am! Yes, amazing. Definite proof that TV sends you to sleep as we had been chatting without TV on all night.On Saturday we baked bread and watched some rugby whilst I went on an epic shopping trip to the supermarket.Then on Sunday we went to

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JD and I are away this weekend and we booked a room at The Buckingham Hotel in Buxton. This hotel, as per my previous post, has a rather odd website and that kind of made us want to book here. To start off, it has a picture of Basil Fawlty in the reception area. A good sign I say. The hotel is completely covered in pictures of Hollywood stars. When we entered our room, it turnd out we have been

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It took us three days to decide what to do, where to go to, or even if to go away at all. Remember: JD is currently almost unable to make a decision due to her brain having been fried by radiotherapy and steroids. Me, with my ADHD, I am never able to make a decision anyway so there we were, two indecisive people trying to make a decision. But this morning we finally managed to make a decision: we

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I emailed the neuro oncology nurse yesterday to let him know the problems JD is having (basically I sent him a slightly amended version of my previous blog post. See, blogging has its uses).He rang me about an hour later to discuss it with me. He explained once more that it is all pretty normal but when I told him JD has morning headaches, he said that it was probably because the steroid dose is

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After spending the best part of the day in bed sleeping, JD is tucking in to a prawn cocktail and i am slurping a nice soup in the pub. We would not get out of the house much otherwise. Hopefully the weather will be nice this weekend so we can go for a short walk in the sun.

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JD finished her 6 weeks of radiation for her right frontal lobe tumour on February 17th. Although we were warned by the oncologist about some side effects and these potentially getting worse before it gets better, we are quite concerned with how things are currently going with JD. The first few weeks after the end of the treatment, things were fine. However, in the past 3 weeks, things have

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We took a picture nearly every day of the treatment. As you can see, there is not much change in how she looks but you can certainly tell when she was having a tired day!

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The oncologist warned us that Jane wold be feeling the side effects of the radiotherapy for probably another 5 months. He said she would notice things such as tiredness, memory loss and somnolence. We nodded and pretended to understand. We thought somnolence was just related to sleeping. Well, it kind of is. But Somnolence Syndrome is also the exact reason for JD being almost completely unable to

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In the office for my first ever poker game. Of course i am out already but i can see how this is a highly addictive game. Good fun even if i have no clue how to play this.

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