Faced with another week without chemo and temperatures ricocheting in true British style from “coldest month” to” hottest day” at speeds that would snap your neck, what else could we do than head towards Brighton for yet another treat courtesy of my Aunty Jane.
I am deeply touched by all the wonderful things my friends and family do for me. If you turn a blind eye to the hospital visits, it feels like a year-long birthday celebration.
And today was no exception as we arrived to be greeted by a glorious summer day:
Sun cream. Check
Sun hat. Check
Swimming suit. Check.
Ah a panicked voice pipes up, “ I had put 2 out but I think they are still under the bed” said Mum with open mouthed alarm. Uncharacteristically, I had bought a spare. Arrest for indecency averted.
The sun was now blazing, the clock said midday, a stray dog bounced along the beach; all we needed to complete the tradition were mad Englishmen…..
“Last one to dip their toes in the sea gets a twisted ankle” so off my cousin, Becca and I, hobbled choosing an obvious spot where the sea disguised an immediate 4000 metre drop.
Within seconds my hat blew off into the sea and given the choice of swimming with Lanternfish, I stood paralysed to the spot. A group of young men watched the drama unfolding and did a nano second calculation; WIFM. But seeing 2 women of a certain age with their tops on, decided they were otherwise engaged.
Not so my mum who with reactions that would shame an antelope legging it from a cheetah, launched herself into the sea to save my hat, sacrificing my mobile phone to the waves in the process. One hat retrieved. One phone dead. And one Mum a bit wet!
This week has been temporarily called the Cake and wine diet and so without further ado, we went for afternoon tea and demolished the lot! And today, I have completed the second leg of the challenge and sat in the sun and drunk wine with Di! Not a bad result. If that doesn’t get the little white blood cells moving they are jolly ungrateful!