Dragon tattoo

It’s only Monday and already a few notes.

I’m in Sussex for a photo shoot. Staying with my ‘ living-with-cancer ‘ friend of 25 years.

We’ve shared so much over 25 years. Mainly monsoons of  tears…of laughter… mind you carefully…both of us wary of our bladders.  Oh by the way we now have even  shared our decrepit left eye issues….

So of course when I arrived we quickly ran through agenda before going indoors to meet the ‘cameras’.

(1). Her #*#*# Cancer is back big time….latest scan and hospital appointment last week. Plans to be made this week. Options. Or stop. TBA. So we swore very very loudly badly outside and then decided to open some fizz…laughing crazily as we walked to the front door..

Agenda item :(2)

Some bloody woman drove into my ( stationary) car at services en route and drove off without stopping. So  police / insurance/  blah blah blah…..In Sussex, we just shrugged and examined the damage. After news of Agenda item : (1) car was not worth swearing about.

Agenda item : (3) Eldest daughter and her husband got gazumped at the 11th hour and 58th minute before exchange. ( got updates enroute)#GREED#UNFAIR STUPID BLOODY SYSTEM **## ££££ . They cried. I swore. I put in new search alerts.. There will be somewhere else. It’s just that those two could really do with out any of this crap right now. D  the hero with the tissues back at our house. Meanwhile

Agenda item 4: Follow up to Rottweiler receptionist story. NO . That stupid idea did not work. Yes the uti is back. Antibiotics which? Dunno? Don’t care. I’ve lost all confidence in the London doctors. END OF …. SO…

Ready…. for the photo shoot, it really deserves a whole story of its own.

For now let’s just say the photographer is a wonderful sensitive charming young lady from Sweden.

She has been assigned the brief for a large organisation to provide photos of ‘hygiene’ / ‘ health’. She has met and photographed many patients. Perhaps we two have been the quirkiest.

We have laughed, talked , and posed and laughed even more for 24 hours.

We’ve practised our Swedish phrases.

My best attempt was Steig Larsson. Really … maybe I was a bit tired!

The ‘Bridge’ didn’t translate so well!

Calendar girls it was not. Decorum preserved but I certainly did not need my vast hold-all of alternative outfits I had rather naïvely packed. You should have heard us laugh about that. Mind you , I personally was most relieved that the post-man arrived after the coffee break.

I really should have a tattoo done…

on

my….

ankle.

You couldn’t make it up. Wonder what’s on tomorrow’s agenda.