Sunshine between the thunderclaps

Every day is so full. KW, house struck by lightning, still compos mentis enough to be all ears. How many others on today's agenda? GG by e-mail, MP on the phone, the utterly useless Norwich Union on autopilot, and of course wonderwoman S who dragged me away from my ironing & got me up to town for the bone scan (part ii). It may have been painless, but it was not so very pleasant - being strapped down on a gurney, even my feet bound together, so as to ensure I didn't move for half an hour, the chest strap firmly ensuring I could only take shallow breaths, as a scanner moved achingly slowly down my body, only a half an inch above my nose. And trying to walk down a corridor with my eyes half-closed to avoid truly looking at the paler than pale wheelchair bound hospital-gowned unsexed, hairless, way down the line people who I can't face turning into. Well, they let me keep the ipod on, and I shouldn't be radioactive after tomorrow night, so there's always an upside.

Somehow found reason to evaluate relative merits of breadmaking machines in Robert Dyas en route home, despite the fact that I rarely eat bread. Compromised on purchasing set of very cute vinyl (?) reusable cup cake cases. Now when exactly do I intend making them?

It occurs to me that I just might end up avoiding surgery and chemotherapy altogether - in which case, the moral of the story is, whenever at Denver Airport, never, ever buy your stetson one size too small, just because it's the last one in brown, on the rationale that it'll fit better when your hair's fallen out.

Second lunch [clearly not in much pain today; pain & agitation usually combine to eradicate all appetite] of MTR Upma mix - from your local Indian outlet, recommended, comfort food, with JO's allotment greens. Heaven.