Thursday, the last day if my Chemo Summer Holiday. I wake early, check the football results, USA beat Bosnia. I fall back asleep till nine o’clock and then get up. I shower as the shower now works again, I think the low water pressure was the result of the heat wave. As I towel myself down I get a call from a friend who is on the way to have a massage. We agree that if there is another heatwave like the last one we will adopt the siesta as a way of life and nap in the middle of the day. We chat for a while and catch up on our news and how our families are doing. At the point where the driving getting tricky we say good bye. I get myself into some new clothes and make myself breakfast. I eat this as I add my chemo steroids to my dosettes and finally take todays meds. By lunch time I am hungry and I am ready to get in the car and be driven to the restaurant for lunch. The place is posh but the food is great, so I indulge in melon and ham to start with followed by the speciality shepherds pie and rounded of with crepes in orange and a liqueur. So what does a speciality cottage pie look like then I hear you ask, well here it is.
I do not make a habit of photographing my food but I made an exception for this pie. The large sprig of Rosemary was a surprise. The meal was excellent and a great way to celebrate my birthday early. At the end of the meal the waitress asked if we wanted coffee or any other drinks She looked at me and I said “a decaf black please”, She just looked at me as if I’d said something offensive. My partner introjected with “he means Americano”, at which point the waitress scribbled on her pad and moved on. I wonder how long it will be before the word black disappears from the language. My partner pays the bill and hands over a tip for the waitress before we leave. Its a brief walk to the car and a short journey home.
On arriving home it becomes apparent that the garden guy has arrived and is in the middle of mowing the grass. We chat for a while before I add more support to the sunflowers and then retreat to the sofa and start to draft the blog for the day and let my excellent lunch go down.
Tonight there will be a football match but for now its time to nap. My siesta last a long time and before I know it I am watching Spain play superb football and beating Austria by three goals. All that is left is to watch the current American police drama to the end of series two, take my meds and get to bed. Tomorrow is the end of my Chemo Summer Holiday and it is back to my Chemo rechallenge.
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