Phew back from town - managed to get my gift shopping done - wlaking rounf the city makes my legs ache - I'm more used to walking on grass (and carpets
).
I caught sight of myself in a shop window and after the initial 'who's that short fat old woman - oh its me' reaction - I noticed my trouser's look about 3 inches too short
- my legs can't have grown longer, and I've had these trousers for ages, so shrinking doesn't seem likely - so its a mystery, and I look ridiculous.

at the exploding parcel story Cakes.
Sparkle I hope you get news soon, you are right not to pull any punches with them
on your behalf.
LJ - I had the injections too - I stuck mine in my stomach too. They do help - so hopefully they will put Figgy on them if necessary.
I am laughing at ''waffle waffle chemo brain waffle''
- rabbit away LJ, and tuck yourself up with a stash of goodies.
Now I need to walk the dog, water the plants, and then get on with the poster. DH can make tea, its only stir fry 