February flew didn't it? The sunny mornings lately really make me feel as if winter is finally packing it's bags and waving goodbye. It's still baltic out and i'm clinging to my puffa coat for dear life. But brightness and spring flowers are a joy.
Perfect Wives is in all the shops (it's available exclusively in Tesco for UK customers for a limited period). Thank you to all the wonderful folks who've bought it. I've had lots of lovely emails from readers saying lovely things about Jodi and Francine. I'm thrilled you're all enjoying the story.
Herbie the dog had his first hair cut and he looks a bit embarrassed if that's at all possible. The mobile doggy groomer van came to the house and he was clipped and preened. His little eyes were hidden behind piles of fur and he'd become like a ball of cotton wool. So every time we brought him for a walk he attracted sticks grass and mud like a great big furry dirt magnet. I'm not sure I like the short-haired version of Herbie, so I'll let his hair grow a bit again. His two eyes are like a cross between marbles and raisins and he no longer looks like Rod Stewart which I find mildly sad. I've managed to keep him from eating my shoes although he has savaged the bottom step of the stairs by shredding the carpet and eating an entire section. He's partial to an odd chew on door mats and went utterly berzerk when my daughter and her friend were playing with balloons last week. He leapt on them and burst them, which is typical puppy behaviour. I assumed the girls had cleaned up the evidence until I noticed several poo pressies around the garden - laced with popped balloons. Herbie is a delinquent, no other word for it. But he's incredibly cute and affectionate and we all let him away with murder as a result. I've no doubt he'll continue to destroy our possessions until he's over the teething and chewing phase, I just hope he keeps away from my Louboutins.
I'm back on the radiation table. I've another 5 weeks of treatment to battle through. It's not as awful as the pre-Christmas lot however. There's no pain involved as none of the tumours are being directly squashed. Thank goodness for small mercies. The target this time is a cluster of tumours on the right side of my neck along with a couple of cheeky beggars in my clavicle (that's the area near my collar bone). But so far (I'm five treatments down with 20 to go) bar the tight feeling of being clipped to the bed by the plastic mesh "Hannibal Lecter" style mask it's all fairly easy. I know the effects are cumulative and I'll slowly become tired, but for now I'll keep on trucking and do my best to ignore the whole thing. Work is good and I'm preparing for the release of my brand new novel 'The Summer Guest' at the end of March. I've always operated this way... I focus on the aspects of my life that are nothing to do with cancer and try to keep them at the forefront of my mind. I had a little chat with Laura from The Herald newspaper about that very subject. Here's the link if you'd like to read it.