Yesterday was difficult. I went to the dentist, there was bad news and I’m tired (almost as tired as you are of listening to me whine on about it) and hormonal. I came home and I was a bit teary when I spoke to Tina. She was lovely, she was both sympathetic and bracing, which is typical T and she didn’t say (although I thought it) that crying about bronchitis, a dodgy tooth and bronchitis to someone with liver cancer is just bad manners, compared to her I do not have things to cry about.

There is a general assumption that you get the friends you deserve but to be honest I’m not sure I did anything good enough to have T as a friend.

I though that I had pulled myself together until I started crying whilst on the phone to Ma. I was all, I don’t want to cry but everytime I talk about it I burst into tears. She said I could either have a wallow and cry for a bit or just not talk about it until I could. We are English after all.

Ma has been a star the last couple of weeks while I have been sick and moaning about it all the bloody time. I remember her having bronchitis, pneumonia and pleurisy and I only remember her taking time off for the pleurisy. So I shall follow her example and just get on with it because honestly I’m tired of all of it. Time to do something different!

Happy Wednesday people!