It's a cat's life

JP says I mustn't sack the cleaner, even though she arrived an hour and a half late (doctor's appointment). So instead of her marching orders I gave her a cup of tea. She is trying to distance herself from Sweet Smiley Boyfriend. The Home Office have helped with this by moving him to Heathrow.

Chemotherapy is meant to be cumulative (each bout leaves you feeling that little bit worse), but if anything I've felt better this cycle than the first one, the only side-effects being fleeting fatigue and an eye infection. Third dose is next Wednesday so we'll see if this trend continues.

After four months of enforced leisure, I'm starting to get just a teeny bit restless. I even contacted work to see if I could do some bits and bobs from home. Can't go into the office - too many bugs - but could do stuff remotely if systems allow. Not sure how much there is to do though because the Government is closing us down.

Oscar, on the other hand, has no qualms coping with a life of langour. He has been in this position most of the day.