Damn, I have accidentally hidden the thread and can't work out how to unhide it . iPads are annoying. Anyone any idea?
Looking forward to not coffee gigs . I shall of course adopt an air of superiority, and point up my own perfect children's accomplishments and diet whilst doing the disapproving silence and mouth like a cat's bottom at big gigs antics and
the GREGGS SAUSAGE ROLL not mentioning big Copts diet coke and instant noodles addictions I am good at this having had so much experience of being on the receiving end so often from DMIL and some of the alpha mums
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Is she 6? I remember the sixth birthday parties being the worst, filled with Bolshie and very active children, then at 7 they have their first flush of hormonal manipulativeness. Ah! The joys.....
malt just enjoy the fact that you have managed to avoid the side effects so far, no reason to think your body isn't coping with this. Dead jammy if you ask me
every day that passes is a day nearer to finishing the treatment.
smee big hugs as you endure the tent, hope it doesn't rain. If so make sure you are not camped on a depression in the ground at the top of a riverbank, or you might find yourself being washed into the river at 3am. I don't do camping anymore.....but do frequently remind the girls that holidays in my childhood were in a tent in the rain with nothing to do but colour in my colouring book, and no we weren't happy anyway, we were bored rigid. Not to mention the loos, especially the French ones sometimes I didn't poo for a week
I was vile to my parents during the scary waiting for results phase. They did a great job of not showing their feelings and reiterating that it was entirely curable and I rubbed it in that I was going to have to endure horrible treatments. I basically reverted to my teenage self. In my case it was anger and fear going out of the circle. Felt very guilty after but they say they understood. I nearly added that amber would be along shortly with wise words and there she is.... 
Waves to everyone as goes to get ready for gigs, now where's the Chanel......