The thing about waiting for donor (or any IF) treatment is that no matter how long it seems you have to wait, days pass anyway. The sun rises each morning and it sets each night and then there is another day gone on the calendar.
It is August 1st and it is 10 weeks from yesterday until we fly to Cape Town. Aaargh, I have just realised that this means that it is only 10 weeks until I am 42. Actually, you know what? I no longer give a fig for my age. Mr P will always be older than me by 21 months hahahaha. I keep telling him that I am going to die first as I don't want to be left alone without him. Diplomatically, he keeps his mouth shut about what he would prefer in that scenario ;)
So if it is 10 weeks until we leave, that means it is approx 7 weeks until I do the depot lupron injection (as near as dammit to Sept 20th). Since it has been a year since I did any shots, I have probably forgotten how to.
Talking of wee pains in the arse, the owner of the place we stayed at during our first week in Cape Town has just let me know that she has sold it!! That great view in the morning?? I will have a photo of it to remind me. Looks like it will be Camps Bay instead. We stayed there for our 2nd week last year and it was cool, with fabulous sea views. It was a bit noisy where we stayed (road noise) though so I am looking for a quieter alternative. There are heaps of places though so it will not be a problem.
It is funny. I looked back at my archives for last August and it is exactly the same as this year. Counting down to cycle in CT, trying to lose some kilos, going to the arts festival in Argyll, going to the Edinburgh Fringe Festival. Wow, my life is so predictable. In fact, I am going to stop posting new stuff and just post the archives instead hahaha.
Here at Chez Pamplemousse, we are on tenterhooks this week for Amyesq and Tim and the referral for their Chinese adoption. Bring on the twins!! The referral should arrive any day now and I am contemplating starting to bite my nails with the tension. Jeebus knows how they are feeling. Tim and Stan the floor man had better be finishing that nursery or they will be toast.
The bunnies are still alive but the fence is in situ so we have declared a truce. There are plenty of weeds for them to eat elsewhere. I can be magnanimous with the weeds. Let them eat weeds!
Oh, and Mare, we are waiting on you too. No pressure ;)
What else?? Busy trying to book for these exhibits
towards the end of the year in London. No individual booking for King Tut yet but the warriors are booked.
Onwards and upwards, people.