Not a bad old day, really. Slept until 10, which is pretty unheard of and nice. R phoned, I assume because he realised how thoughtless he was yesterday, to suggest a day out. I used to hold a grudge, but cancer’s made me rethink my attitudes.
So I ran a couple of errands and then we went to Craster. It was windy and cool, rather than cold. We walked up to the castle, which took, I don’t know, an hour, hour and a half?
It was really good. Fresh, invigorating and really blew the cobwebs away. I didn’t think about my boob or the cancer at all, until R brought up Michael Douglas, who is looking rough. Now, far be it from me to lack sympathy for someone; I like to flatter myself that I’m a kind and sensitive person, but Michael Douglas has got 20 years on me AND has been a lifelong smoker. Not that anyone ever deserves cancer, but I want 20 more years please.
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