Fun and sunshine – apparently there’s enough for everyone. FFS, I used to love that song but now it would seem that everything is a constant reminder of what is was once to be young, carefree and foolish – Oh and I was so good at all that stuff! I actually find it quite irritating that the youth of today (well my youth in particular) dont’ seem to take full advantage of the ‘be young, be foolish but be happy’ slogan that I bandied around with such willingness!
It’s different though now I guess. Now any half sensible person has to concern themselves with the risk of staying out in the sun too long and catching those ultra harmful UV rays. The fun stops here as they say. The oncology unit often lecture me when i rock up there sporting a healthy sun kissed glow and press leaflets into my hand about secondary cancers and the risk of burning when you are a chemo patient etc. Slip, slap, slop and all that.
Don’t tell them…..but I’m sitting in the garden and haven’t taken any fecking precautions – i’ve not even popped my cowboy hat on – I have however ordered a new cantilever parosol from wayfair as it was recommended in the Good Homes magazine so I am trying…….really trying.
I toyed with the idea of going to one of the festivals today but the practicalities got the better of me. The young me that still remembers having fun wanted to join the youngsters and go the food festival at Hylands today, or the BBc thing in Central park or maybe just head to the beach for a bit….But the other me, the 51 and 1/2 me thought about the crowds and the toilets (alot about the toilets) and the fact that I would probably want to go lots and they wouldn’t be very nice and then there was the potential risk of catching an infection even if it was outside and, and, and……..you see?
so i thought feck it because as I’ve already learnt a few hours mingling can result in a few days on an isolated hospital ward. So I’m saving the money I’d no doubt spend on overpriced items and have resigned myself to the garden instead. I’ve whacked the tunes on and poured my self a cider (alcohol free of course) into a plastic cup and let it get warm in the sun so that I really feel I’m not missing out. I might piss in a bucket later if I really feel I want to encapsulate the whole experience. The dog seems happy at least.
Signing off for now….
JB x
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